dream juice (k) ... shadow castle
by jude forese
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I am wandering through a dense marsh
trying to get my bearing,
wondering where am I?
how did I get here?
I am compromised by a new moon,
and unusual sounds
I walk on mud flora:
has an extremely spongy texture,
every step I sink and rise up again
I make my way through this soggy dreamscene
step by step, lunge upon lunge,
when I notice a stone structure not far ahead
through the oscillating fogbank
yes, I can see now,
it’s an abandoned castle
yet there’s smoke rising into the air
I wonder who the fire starter may be
I am drawn to it yet hesitant to move on
suddenly, I am moving across a drawbridge
I look over its railing to see only deep dark ripples
ahead through an archway
is a familiar figure
behind it, a large campfire
glowing green and blue streams of broken light
I begin to wonder how many nights
I will have to walk these dreamy cobblestones
before this fortress is razed to the ground
and the shadowy figure is fully recognized
escaping the current surrounding its walls
*photo by author
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|Reviewed by R David Fulcher
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|The trees are alive with You!!! *Jude*
magic of a man's home being his castle
aligned with the landscape not alone!!!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Again, I feel you holding back, creating situations that don't let you get into the heart of dream in this first encounter. Mystery is always an intriguing element and sometimes it is nice to leave a little excitement to revisit in the future.
|Reviewed by Jennifer Christian
|I like your mysterious dream castle.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|with, for me, that definite gothic feel
and i like gothic feel
your juices are flowing, Jude,
and long may they
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I love the mysterious mood you captured with the superb photo and poem combined. A fine poem, Jude, you have a true gift for dream writing.
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|spooky, going home , or can you to re-build a fortress , yet again. Eerie is the past and all that is re-kindled. I like the atmosphere!|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|I really enjoy your dream pieces, the atmosphere you create ~
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Home Sweet Home! Fortress to be conquered or safe place to hide? Duallisms abound in your dream juice sequences, Amigo: reticence and compulsion seemingly present in equal measures. Frustratingly, it's the facelessness of the familiar that seems to puzzle, causing prevarication. Your concluding couplet suggests to me the presence of a soul needing or desiring to take flight - not from the flames but within the flames, like a phoenix - requiring, perhaps your help and that is why you are perpetually drawn. Love your spongey mud flora: spot on, couldn't have described it better myself... Can anyone else see that petrified Roundhead figure climbing/hugging the tree in your foreground?! LOL!! Korfe Kastle Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Jude, a perfectly versed metaphor -- I would not dwell long nor assess any significant value to the figure coming into focus, and thus being recognized -- in the murky world of dreams and fantasy truth and value are elusive -- thanks for the very entertaining rendering -- I bid you peace and love my dear friend, Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|The marsh and Castle are metaphors for what you have accomplished in need to accomplish.
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|A great photo of the castle beyond barren trees. To lend to
the shadow castle a mystery in the shadow of the new moon.
Well done Jude.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|...familiar yet unrecognizable... ...moody and pensive yet strangely comfortable... ...enveloped by a friendly fog... ...to bring one face to face with... ...self? ...the idealized self? ...the frail unidentified self? ...or merely an alter ego? ...questions abound... the poem rakes reflection over the coals of classicism... as they spark what seem to be the fires of forever... caught for all time in their own reflection...|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|A seemingly never-ending walk through murkiness and wonder, i.e., " I walk on mud flora: / has an extremely spongy texture, / every step I sink and rise up again"
That plus an old castle and beyond it is a large, strange campfire (green and blue lights coming from it), plus you are not alone. A man is there, familiar, but . . . . You keep walking wondering how long you must walk before the man is recognizable.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Hey Jude, I am honored to be the first to comment on your latest dream juice poem...It interesting that you would have the "New Moon"
in your dream. It sets the tone for eerieness of this dream. At first I was thinking this was going to be a dark gothic type dream, but in actuality it turns out to be very meaningful. Mercury in in retrograde right now, so communication and electronic devices give us some trouble. Missed communication and delays occur often during mercury's retrograde. The last stanza really sums up the dream.
I feel that the figure you are seeing is yourself, and the walls that you dreamt about are your stumbling blocks. The walls that you put up in order to have some harmony in your own life. The fortress is your new home, a home where your heart really is. Keep on dreaming, you certainly know how to retell your dreams in vivid descriptive words.
The photo, that is amazing, and beautiful. It looks familiar to me.
Much peace, light, and love,
ps, I prefer liquid moon over the New Moon...lol