Dreamer
Golden-copper stretched far beyond his eye,
the swell of corn yielding to a late breeze
made him think of home, the gentle waves
almost lapping at his feet.
He dreamed of another life, a world where
he was no longer rooted to the same spot,
where he could be free.
Looking down at the parched soil,
knowing it was useless to dream,
he slowly started to flake.
Layer by layer he would wither away
until it was too late, until he was drained
of all goodness and he lay,
blackened and wasted on the ground.
He closed his eyes and went back to his dream.
<Deleted User> (8943)
Mon 21st Mar 2011 22:18
Ah, I read this when it was blogged and wasn't sure of how I felt, after a re-read I feel it's deeper tones, perhaps I'm in a different place now and understand how the dream can often seem better & more real!
Wonderful images Kath, especially liked,
"the swell of corn yielding to a late breeze
made him think of home, the gentle waves
almost lapping at his feet" and
"knowing it was useless to dream,
he slowly started to flake.
Layer by layer he would wither away
until it was too late, until he was drained
of all goodness and he lay,
blackened and wasted on the ground"
Powerful stuff!