Myre’s Mire
they wanted my eyes
they wanted to see what I had seen
they longed to see what I had seen
to know how I laid bare my step
on sugar path
on foaming hill
in raging twist
against the wind
to throw my stones across the land
to walk, as I, deluded
there was a house of wood and stone
a sign outside
its name, my dream
and know not I why this I saw
scratched in by nails
fingers raw
read “Myre’s Mire”
bloodied
within that house lived all the world
lived everyone who’d ever lived
breathed everyone who’d ever breathed
and wait, they sat in harmony
while I, outside
dare not go in
was I outside mistakenly?
they wanted my eyes
they wanted to see what I had seen
and all the creatures they’d become
could walk, as I, elated
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Myre’s Mire
poetry by Clive Culverhouse
Why Myre’s Mire? What does that mean?
I have no idea. I had a dream one night and in that dream was a house built of wood and stone. A long driveway led up to the house. At the beginning of the driveway was a wooden sign with scratched lettering carved into it. The sign read Myre’s Mire.
As I slowly approached the house, I felt the house had a great many people inside it. A voice accompanied, repeatedly saying “We need his eyes, we want his eyes.”
Make of that what you will.
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Nicola Beckett
Sun 20th Dec 2020 21:54
Oh it would have been a past life when you were a soldier. A symbolic dream. Sounds like a nightmare wanting your eyes. Listen when you meditate imagine yourself in a cave, filled with beautiful crystals, running water, allow your ancestors to visit you. In your dreams you are free.