There’s a girl who sleeps
under the Earth
Who has never yet dared
to draw breath
She imagines the sky
full of creatures that fly
And the grass decked with flowers
In the bosom of Earth she is safe:
And she doesn’t dare wake
from the wisdom of sleep
Where she’s curtained and shielded
But in that strange sleep dreams do come
To her deep subterranean home
They grow shoots and seek light
Though its never so bright:
And with every new dream she’s reborn
She is dreaming a life that her mother remembers:
A life she has never yet known.
Written for dVerse Poetics: ‘Let Your Words Be Your Paintbrush!‘ Tonight’s Poetics is hosted by Lillian, who has given us four images kindly reproduced with permission from the artist, Catrin Welz-Stein. You can find more of her work at her online store: http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/.
The image I chose, entitled ‘Listen’ immediately made me think of Greta Thunberg, and the moment she accused world leaders of stealing her dreams and her childhood:
So I wrote a poem about the daughter I never had. Sometimes I think it’s a blessing, because I imagine a daughter would be more upset than a son if she were unable to have children when she grew up. This is a generalisation I know, but the state of the world at the moment leads me into this kind of thinking. I still hope that we can give our children back their dreams.