Homunculus of Dreams

  

She keeps them in a jeweled box.
It turns itself inside out. She flies
into an infinite sky. A flaming bird
breaks the glass, its broken body lies,
martyred, on the gravel ground.

She walks with me on distant beaches.
I am lost in the phantasmagorical sea.
The shaman cuts the cord, the gypsy
grants me a future of fog. I loiter
amidst the whitened ribs of whales.

She dreams me a séance of strangers.
We seek the hearts of the dead, the once
blood-red, sanguine hearts of the now
bloodless dead. Each dream has its own
clarity, its own acuity, its own lucidity.

She brings me many-colored cats, and ponies.
Appaloosas and thick-furred island wildness.
The sagebrush mound slumps down to the sea,
the many-peopled, many-creatured sea. She
shows me, I am drowned, and I see.
   

  read write prompt #82: ode to your homunculus and read write prompt #83

Comments

[angie]

lovely. and your 'homunculus' is female!!

the first stanza is so compelling and vivid; it pulls you right into the piece and won't let go.

[gautami tripathy]

I was totally engrossed!

acuity of touch

[Laura]

The rhythm of the third stanza turns me into a whirling dervish. Lovely!

[Erin]

What a wonderful way to incorporate both prompts. Mesmerizing images!

[Nathan]

I really like the way you combine the prompts. "She dreams me a seance of strangers" is a wonderful line.

[sbpoet]

> your 'homunculus' is female!!

Well, of course she is!