Constance La France Poet Free verse

My Dream

eventide has come slowly creeping . . . 
    I watched the sunset . . . the streaks of scarlet fall
      now, I lay upon my bed in twilight
       it is draped in purple 
    lush silk
with pillows plumb

       ~ my skin is pale and pearlescent in the candlelight
a touch of rose glows upon my cheeks and lips
       my long wavy hair crimped and shiny ~ 

       I close my heavy eyes
     and hear the thrum of a guitar
it is throbbing in my head
then, I hear the howling of some wild beast
       or is it a moaning ? . . . 

~ and a strong taste is in the air
       a tang I cannot quite identify
an aroma not quite unpleasant to my senses ~

I feel I am not alone
       there is a feral presence in my room
         oh, is it some fierce creature come to kill me ?
           some raging brutal thing . . . 
         I can hardly breathe . . .  I am so afraid
       then, I feel a gentle hand upon my hair stroking
and a whisper in my ear of ' great need' . . . 

     ~my heart is raging in my chest
and I am breathless and filled with desire
I hear my groaning murmur . . .  who are you? ~

             . . .  I am your dream !
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March 31, 2021


Poetry/Free Verse/my dream
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1343-047-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 04/18/2021

Second Place

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John Hamilton April 18, 2021 at 4:36 PM This is excellent Constance, one of the best written in Greg's style. Would have been a top winner but you used plump instead of plumb, but congrats on a great 2nd place! Constance La France April 20, 2021 at 11:25 AM John, thank you for the compliment and placement, although I made a blunder, I have corrected now. I admire Greg's style of writing so much and it was a delight to write this poem in his style, love _Constance

Joanna Daniel April 2, 2021 at 1:56 AM Brilliant use of the words, Constance, as close to Greg's writing as possible:) splendid work:) Constance La France April 2, 2021 at 6:26 AM Jo, thanks so much for the compliment, I tried, but no one can ever be as good as Greg _Constance

Regina Mcintosh April 1, 2021 at 4:03 AM This is one that has a touch of brilliance penned to it. I love love love it. Gorgeous writing. I love it. God bless you sweet friend. Love, Gina Constance La France April 1, 2021 at 9:45 AM Gina, thank you for the wonderful compliment, I loved writing this poem that is for sure, God bless _Constance

Gordon Mcconnell April 1, 2021 at 3:56 AM Nice one Constance, full of great imagery with fine expression too. Take care, Gordon Constance La France April 1, 2021 at 9:46 AM Gordon, thank you for the compliment, I appreciate your visit so much, love _Constance

Michael Ellis April 1, 2021 at 12:08 AM I love the mystery of this poem. The reader is required to write the missing lines. Is Constance dreaming is any ones guess. In this poem we get the colors i.e purple, scarlet, pale & rose colored cheeks. We get sound i.e. the thrum of a guitar (line 11). We feel the fear of the poet (barely able to breathe. Then a creepy howling. In the last line she cleverly turns the DREAM itself into a character in the poem. A beautiful mischievous dream and a well written poem for sure.. bravo Constance La France April 1, 2021 at 9:47 AM Michael, thank you for the wonderful comment on my poem and for the compliment _Constance