Below is the poem entitled Dead White Things and Recurring Dreams Two which was written by poet
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Suddenly - same as in the last dream, the seal pup eyes again, had
metamorphosed into two oblong pools of a flat blackness. They now showed deeply
vacant, unreal, each one filled with certain emptiness ..., each one devoid of
characteristic implying of life within…
In this little girls’s mind, the pup had now transformed into a ghoulish image. Her
vision of the apparition had now taken on an eerie out-of-place look and feeling.
This was a feeling much the same as if a sudden appearance of a clown had risen
from out of the sea ice; a desolate vision that had always posed to the little girl as a
face of terror. She had her reasons...
In this dream turned nightmare, the motherless pup always chased after her, crying,
pining, yet to avail its seek. The nearest this whelp would ever manage to get, was
to lay in the little girl’s shadow, a taken offering in a desperate attempt to
suppress the horror that lay ahead. – While still frightened, it would be at this point
that the pup fell into a self-induced trance, losing itself in a deep blue memory while
in the vastness of a white world...
...as the little girl opened her eyes, she instantly knew that it had happened again.
Earlier it was her birthday, the clown had now left, but she knew that it was
him. “This cannot be right,” the little girl would think. Tears welled up in her eyes,
yet only an ensuing silence flowed.
White seal pup teardrops same as her own have no tell, only do they vanish, only to
The little girl closed her eyes again, only this time, - really falling asleep – alone, but
yet still having to dream...
...Therein, the pup woke up to a horror scene; everywhere in every view, were
splotches of blood-covered snow. The Harp Seal colony had vanished, leaving only
the red stained ice that now nearly encircled the white seal. Yet, once again, the
pup would dive into the ever-receding safe confines of an eight-year old girl’s
mind ...; miraculously having survived, to yet, – another close remind...that they
were one and the same!