the mirror held up
before the closing eyes
catches the closing moments of a dream
dream
the sky cracks
dreams remembered
a cloud drifts across her eyes
the sky thunder cracks
waking up
waking up the first time we smile at the world
waking up the second the world is now clean
waking up the third time is the end of the world
falling asleep the last time is the dream
Awake in the night
Awake in the night
I confuse the sound of the palms
with the sound of the sea
and imagine I have slept on the beach.
When I awake there is no one
but the heat.
Chased
He was being chased. Through the dark woods he ran, nearly caught as he reached his front door. He leaped up the stairs and hid beneath the blankets.
He woke up, the dream still vivid, but kept his eyes tight shut.
In the silence he heard the door handle turn.
Written for Scottish Book Trust 50-word competition April 2022
dreams fly
snows are approaching
winds change direction
dreams fly higher still
09 December
in the dream I opened
the wooden crate
there was a thrush inside, standing on straw
she blinked, shuffled her wings
and flew into the distance
where an eagle soared
Inspired by Juan
through the window
through the window skies are blue
warm light lying still and new
in this place of dreams come true
monochrome
monochrome photographs
I remember in colour
photographs and dreams
he paints the ceiling
he paints the ceiling
with swirls of stars
and watches them in the closed-eye darkness
every odd-shaped interval
a single star gold-silver falls
till sleep or morning comes
simonsalento 