Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked for a poem based on an image from a dream. Several weeks ago (long before I watched Tiger King) I had a vivid dream about lions. It was one of those dreams that felt so real as I was having it, and has barely faded in its sharpness.
I Had a Dream About a Pride of Lions
loose in a field next to a Lloydminster gas station.
A young male ambled over to our car, sniffed at the crack in the door
where my daughter sat, wide-eyed and trembling, in the back seat.
Can he get in, Mommy?
And as I was telling her no, he stood, front paws on the window,
huge amber eyes staring, a thin string of saliva dangling from his fang.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked for a poem that “doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.” I tried to meld that with the Poetic Asides call for a “sketch” poem. Played around with spacing a bit in this one too, which I don’t often do.
Every rough draft is a sketch
a scribble of words dashing
across a page hummingbird thoughts
flitting, then caught inkblot memory
what does it mean and does it mean something
Adumbration is another way to say
outlined in shadow scratched with
a lead point snake imagination
wriggling, toward something draw a line
from one star to the next with your finger
string of light connecting