Plas Meini Dreamscape Poem by Rebecca Dobson

Picture yourself in a coat, with a shiver
One hundred miniature waterfalls
trickle and merge and
crest with tiny waves
as they rumble between smoothed and mossy rocks.
And there, dainty and fresh as morning,
Sits a girl,
Alice,
And she sings.

Follow your dreamscape down,
down, past the braying horses and
as the precipice reveals the valley,
slip inside the gate.
Sun twinkles flecks upon dewy morning grasses and in the cold black
pools of a peacock's glinting eye.
And there, in the peripheral edges of clear and rational vision
Sits a girl,
Alice,
And she sings.

Endless, timeworn slates erupt from grass and create craggy knotholes
under which a fairy sleeps.
Faces of gods and angels peer out from walls,
and ringlets of ivy climb and creep over cherub's rocky face.
Mother nature's carved steps of flint and field lead you,
dreaming-
to the lightning scorched grave of a fallen oak,
the moss-lion's clawed foot,
and the everflowing roar- relentless.
And there, wistful, softly,
Amid dancing delicate light,
Sits a girl,
Alice,
And she sings.

(2009)