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My Favorite Devonshire

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My Favorite Devonshire

Past-Life Nightmare
A child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.

Night after night she feared going to bed.
What caused these nightmares that raged in her head?
Even when grown, the torment persisted,
so a therapist’s aid she enlisted.

“Hypnosis,” said he, “might offer some clues.
Why not try it?  You’ve just bad dreams to lose.”
Once under, he guided her to a room --
here people’s lifetimes in books were entombed.

“Find one that is yours,” her counselor said.
Quickly she did, but before it was read,
she felt an ache, saw just a faint title.
The words, she thought, said “Alister Bridle.”

The hypnotic trance now suddenly broke;  
puzzling questions “Mr. Bridle” evoked.
For many years she thought that was her name;
perhaps a past life had been filled with pain.

Who was this man?  She simply had to know!
Seasons passed, summer suns made way for snow.
In Florida now, 1998,
she thought all the nightmares she had escaped.

But strange dreams always catch us by surprise --
when the lights grow dim, our minds fantasize.
Cloaked in velvet, she left her parents’ farm,
stealing away on a late autumn morn’.

To meet her love, she climbed on the carriage,
knowing her folks would forbid their marriage.
Warm-hued leaves carpeted the hillside road,
and her pulse beat fast; she’d soon join her beau.

She thought only of him; joy cast its smile,
but that’s when he called, “Alice, the bridle!”
The leather band broke and wrapped ‘round her knee.
To the ground she was pulled; her horse ran free.

She met death, but past-life dreams recycle,
and she’d never been “Alister Bridle.”



*Based on real events I experienced.
--Carolyn Devonshire

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I first read this gripping narrative as an entry for my contest & I
felt chills when I read this-& to know that it is based on real events makes this even more amazing for me. I placed this 2nd place in my first ever contest :D.

For me (& I think to so many others) Carolyn has a real gifted pen-- she can write just about anything & truly evoke emotions within you. She writes about realities of her life & she can take you with her. So Carolyn, continue writing your gems & we'll continue enjoying them :)

Also, thank you so much for all the wonderful comments, they're truly heartfelt & that's one of the things I love about you. Hugs & love!

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  1. Date: 11/9/2014 2:52:00 PM
    lovely tribute to Carolyn, Nikko. Hope you're having a great weekend x

  1. Date: 6/12/2012 1:36:00 PM
    Congratulations on your super win in Gwen's contest Nikko. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 10:13:00 AM
    Sweet Nikko, this poem is based on a repeating nightmare I had for years. Now just don't start calling me "Alister Bridle." LOL Thank you for your kind words and congratulations on your win! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 2:11:00 AM
    Nikko, congrats on your win..David

  1. Date: 6/10/2012 6:12:00 PM
    This is a fav for you and a bit of a trip down memory lane...awesome that she won a silver ribbon in your first ever poetry contest...This means that even way back then you knew what great poetry was! Thanks for making Carolyn's day by partaking in this tribute of her work...Your part was grand!! Love, Gwendolen

  1. Date: 6/5/2012 9:24:00 AM
    Yes, Carolyn can write about everything; her versatility is another aspect of her charming poetry. Great choice, dear Nikko. Ruben.