A dream of falling

In a dream
he climbed a tower
built from ancient seashells,
stained glass shards
and tide ravaged stones
with each tentative step
he reached further and further
into the golden uplands
of his own history
but the footing became loose,
treacherous and unsure,
his grip became tenuous
a slip became more
and falling backwards
he descended, screaming
toward his future.

A Dream of The Dancing Horse

the dancing horse dragged me away
black and poisoned tainted breath
riderless yet spurred by midnight’s
insecure nightmares of death

we travelled through the broken lands
where ne’er a single soul was saved
from the terror of our travels
which scattered earth upon cold graves

no respite brought the new lit morning
sunlight dimmed by eyes of fire
only armageddon’s dawning
red as blood from funeral pyres

and in my fevered new awakening
each dark image fixed in me
for in my soul I knew these shadows
held store some part of destiny.

Dream 21.8.19

death visited
he was passing through town
and thought he’d drop by
we exchanged pleasantries
I offered tea and cake
as courtesy requires
he asked about the family
I commented on
how chipper he seemed
we talked about football
and film stars and climate change
how the summer was a washout
but perhaps September
would surprise us
quite civilised,
our intercourse
but still
I felt obliged
to check the family silver
once he’d said “au-revoir”