The Dream
Pitch black, the middle of the night;
I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat
I had a bad dream, I thought
It was as if I was lying in a confined space
(I am claustrophobic, to say the least)
I was calling for help to be let out!
Upon a closer look,
I noticed, just next to me,
A nest of eagles,
The American Eagle,
And the Eagle held on its claws
A smoldering charcoal
A bad dream, I thought
Or, maybe not!
REA-SILVIA COSTIN, P.E. . 2015
I had a dream last week involving the character Allan Quatamein from the novel, King Solomon's Mines. I never read the book, and don't recall the movie. Still the dream had me composing a compelling poem using the character name, so I will try to re-create it for my poem this week. Wish me luck…
Ron