Lost In Dreams*
Sara L. Russell, 23:14, 21/05/2005.
The untold fates of dollies lost in dreams
Fall into swirling nebulae in space,
Past hidden worlds; rough winds silence their screams,
As bedsheets become rising carapace.
The bed flies on its journey through the night,
The wardrobe beast is opening the door;
Wild shadows dance behind the bedside light,
Dark disembodied hands traverse the floor.
With whirling galaxies behind her eyes,
The dreamer rides internal strataspheres,
Where wisps of gas, like wings of dragonflies
Are formed from broken stars, over light years.
Here lie lost good intentions, wasted schemes
And plastic souls of dollies lost in dreams.
* NOTE: This sonnet was inspired by a fantastic
fantasy illustration by Michael William Kaluta:
"The Fate of Dollies Lost In Dreams", 1977, which
was featured in colour art book "The Studio", publishedby Dragon's Dream, imprint of Big O Publishing, London. I recommend this book to lovers of fantasy art everywhere.