In my dream I was strolling along the shoreline
Where I could see a faint figure in the distance
Walking on the water
Splashing across my mind
It approached slowly
Rippling through surges of heat
Rising into the air
Like a mirage
Appearing and evaporating
In the fine mist embracing the tide
At first, it appeared to be clad in a dark robe
Unanimated and foreboding
But as I looked up to the sun and back to shore
The robe was white and rippling in the wind
In a graceful stride
It approached closer
Removing its cloak
She transformed into a salacious creature
With beautiful, sparkling wings radiating from her naked form
She then pointed in a seductive manner
Moaning in a wide range of octaves
Like the sirens of Scylla
Over her was a white dove
Landing between us on the sand
I pressed her smooth skin against mine
And awoke suddenly
With the smell of the sea upon my skin
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Reviews of "Dream Scene (i) ... the Salacious Creature"
Sounds like you met Dana, the Irish mother Goddess, who came from the sea bringing law, learning, healing and the creative arts to these islands on the western fringe of Europe (search Tuatha de Danaans for more info.)
I always enjoy a good Goddess poem and I like the way some images in this appear to lead to a conventional conclusion but then take us deeper into the more ancient mysteries.
best
Ian
Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2005
I love that ending.
DREAM SCENE is a sensual psychedelic mind journey. One I wouldn't mind hitching a ride on.
~ Mari
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2005
I bet that was one dream you did not want to wake up from so soon :-) It would appear you saw beyond your fears to the true light that was surrounding her :-) Excellent conception.
Salacious within purity in closeness... from unanimated and foreboding in the distance. What a wonderful evolution within a fabulous dream!
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Now this is a true work of fantasia passion worthy of your name Robert. I was holding my breathe on every line and hope you do a follow up to this one.
... I suppose I come to this this morning through the filter of my own thoughts about embracing death with the white flag of a kiss; this "angelic visitation" you write about here helps me to process, yet again, thoughts about making our peace with the life/death continuum; how spiritual, creative and personal progression is an evolving integration of both and how not to fear the dark or the deep waters - but rather to embrace them. On a different tack, your creature's seductive moaning reminds me of my first antenatal classes, in which the midwife enlightened us that the noises a woman makes during childbirth are not dissimilar to those involuntary groans breathed during the act of love-making... "How appropriate!", I thought!! :)) Dream on, Jude. TY Kate xx
That which is forbidden becomes addictive; if we don't take the leap of faith we miss much of life and your words eloquently allude to this fact. Nice write.
That dream ended just a little too abruptly...I hate when that happens. Perhaps you can pick it up again another time. The evolving image gives a surreal quality to this poem that both captivated and enchanted me. It was with a small sorrowful sigh that I read the last words. Your poem left me feeling like I just finished reading a mystery novel and in the end found out someone had torn out the last chapter. Wonderful write, Robert.
Take care,
Sherry
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Ron
Look Beyond That Smell Of Sea(White Dove) YOU WILL SEE(In Reality) YOUR TRUE LOVE...
TRASK
into your dream
William .....Peace
I hope this comes back to you or better yet stays with you and we are so fortunate to hear of the after glow of bliss
pax A
I always enjoy a good Goddess poem and I like the way some images in this appear to lead to a conventional conclusion but then take us deeper into the more ancient mysteries.
best
Ian
DREAM SCENE is a sensual psychedelic mind journey. One I wouldn't mind hitching a ride on.
~ Mari
Sounds like you woke up too soon.
Blessings,
Joseph
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Lost in an ocean dream can only be good!!
Love Tinka
Felix
You brought me right into the poem with you!
This is gorgeous!
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry