She comes to me in my dreams
A lace wrapped wraith with golden hair
She runs carelessly
Through the mist shrouded forest
of my dark unsettled sleep
A dream, a dream
And lost
I awake
And am left with the moist air
upon my bed
Damp and chilled I rise to my day
And all that is left
Is the memory of a dream
I like this a lot. It's short, but doesn't need anything else added.
After a second read and with the knowledge that the she is your daughter, I can see a totally different perspective on this taunting and haunting dream poem. We do subconciously worry for our children, it is entirely natural and your anguish is palpable here James. The field of Ash, is perhaps symbolic in the darkness? ! A good read, thanks for sharing. I do love the title, although ash is painful metaphor in my life. All the best, Tai
An unsettling poem, a haunting one, and, as most dreams are at times, frightening as well. One like this leaves one with a disturbed feeling all the next day. Beautifully crafted to show that feeling.
My second in the reading of your poetry... your two for two. Nice one...
On second read, the color and feel have changed to slightly dark and forboding. As this is your daughter, hopefully, just a random dream and nothing more. Still, wonderful use of imagery and mystery.
And a beautiful dream it is! Wonderfully descriptive imagery here, Jim - almost magical. 'A lace wrapped wrath with golden hair' - I love this line, especially. Nice one! Linda :)
The title is intriguing. Beautiful descriptive images. Has a pleasant, wistful tone. A good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lace-wrapped wraith- dark unsettled sleep. These slow phrases read so so well Jim. You must be satisfied, even with you first rate command of imagery, with this beautifully appealing piece. Kind thoughts always - from Fay. 10+ + +