I can mark one off the list now. That collection of stuck together post-its which I transcribed today to a single sheet of notepaper before I lost any of the thoughts. This was a dream I had. I woke up knowing it was a poem.
I have been told that dreams with water indicate great emotions. This one was ultra vivid: the driftwood natural gray of the beach house, the vibrant carpet of pebbles, the amazing variety of waves. I wonder what this one meant, with its great rushes of water in and out of the cove?
Beach House Dream
By Judith Cullen
Eyes blinking shut, in the cool
Silent, grey quiet of a Sunday.
Mists cradling a mind, morning
Drifting into solace.
A cove, fringed with beach houses
A place we’ve never been before.
In a house fully steeped in
My grandfather’s craft.