Saturday, May 27, 2017

Dream Captains



Every damn night
you shut off the lights
and sleep the rest of worms.
Wiggling.
Mouth open.
Tongue dry.
And oh, that is just the beginning of your dry patches. 

We’ve lost interest in 
your night kneading,
your cradle cap full of sweat 
and dirty limericks twice forgotten.

We’ve stopped applauding your night terrors 
about pulling the loose thread 
on the living room carpet
as if it were a ladder
that could bring you closer to the moon. 
You pull and pull 
until it ravels itself into a parachute
until there is nothing left but ruffles and sea foam.

You dream. 
And we wait for shadows to grey
under the floppy tongue of morning light. 
We huddle around the imbecilic wall clock in the bathroom,
watching it shed slivers of seconds with every tock. 
The big hand, 
the little hand,
chasing after each other
like squirrels desperate for a shag. 
Which one carries the nut, Magda?
Which one is keen to chase? 


I wrote this new poem in response to the weekend mini challenge over at Real Toads.  This poem is part of my Black Birthday Cake chapbook - a series of poems written to Magda ( a woman) from the ghosts living in her apartment. 

17 comments:

  1. I like the sound of the Black Birthday Cake chapbook, Isadora, and would love to read more of the poems written to Magda from the ghosts living in her apartment. The opening lines of this one got me hooked, I love the phrase 'sleep the rest of worms'. I also like the tone of 'And oh, that is just the beginning of your dry patches'. I'm intrigued by the stanza about the 'loose thread on the living room carpet' and the idea of it being 'a ladder that could bring you closer to the moon'. I love the lines:
    'You pull and pull
    until it ravels itself into a parachute
    until there is nothing left but ruffles and sea foam';
    and'under the floppy tongue of morning light.'


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    1. Thanks Kim....and super thanks actually for the prompt that inspired these poems. I am glad you could read more, cause there are a lot more!

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  2. I really love the idea of ghosts giving shape to Magda, the way you describe her wiggling, the sweat as if only nightmares separate her from their eyes.. maybe it would be better to face the ghosts.

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    1. Thanks Bjorn, the idea of the whole chapbook is that you get to know Magda only through the lens of these ghosts... and it is very fun to write them!!!!!

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  3. This is so full of intriguing images that could mean so many things. A poem to exercise the imagination and let it fly.

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    1. Glad you found some bits and bobs in here to inspire.

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  4. The ghosts in this place -- the dead -- are the "captains" of dream, meaning, I suppose, Magda is the initiate and thus capable only of the first inches of true depth, that being the domain of the dead. This night-space, an apartment after all goes dark, is lively with the suppressed, be it from within or without, chatty subconscious or ghosts risen from dresser and silverware drawer. A place perhaps where we all live and have our being in but are almost devoutly unaware or responsive to until the lights go out. Nice response to the challenge.

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    1. hiya Brenda, glad you took so much from the piece!

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    1. yeah, I thought - if I were a half crazed but totally coherent transdimensional entity trapped in a crappy one bedroom apartment, how would I describe the morning light? Floppy tongue was the answer.

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  6. As always, I find something transcendental about your narratives/monologues. Perhaps it is the ghosts that break down the barriers between real, surreal, and lend an incorporeal flavour. However, in doing so, you never lose the very human aspect which Magda represents.


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    1. Awe, super thanks Kerry. I am glad to hear Magda is found somewhere in here!

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  7. oh, loved this ....from the view point of ghosts...some lines are intriguing...giving space for much imagination...now I am interested, to know Magda!

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    1. Thanks so much Sreeja. I am glad these caught your interest.

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  8. Imbecilic wall clock... love that. And I first read it as "umbilical" wall clock, which somehow works, too. Can't wait to see your chapbook, Izy!

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    1. hahahahaha, yeah the ghosts like to carry a grudge and insult inanimate things. They totally hate wall clocks and smokestacks. !

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  9. "You pull and pull 
    until it ravels itself into a parachute
    until there is nothing left but ruffles and sea foam."

    my favourite image

    much love...

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