Inside my dreams, a mannequin recited poetry . . .


I tunnel to resume

The awesome fire within my head

As I awake ambitious

For each lovely line she said

Scratching for a portion

Of refrain that echoes on

From somewhere in the distance

Where folly runs along

Corners of silence

Filled with cobwebs to avert me

From recollecting memories

Of things I long to see

So easily the lines had come

Sliding off her tongue

Somewhere in my mind

Yet now I sit so numb

I’d chip away the clay

And piece her back together

But that would mean I’d lose

My rhyming mannequin forever

This muse has given me

A golden light in which to bathe

From deep within my dreams

Where she softly speaks to aid

This weary soul who cries

An unheard song of pain

Through a hidden tongue of clay

Forthwith comes my soft refrain


©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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