DREAMS OF THE DEAD
my grandmother is a hydrangea petals pressed close
………………………….she opens in blue splendour
my grandfather a bulltrout slowmoving
…………………………waters murky
and what of Alex?
……………………………in one dream
the ficus benjaminus turns
…………………………………………to butterflies
his lopsided smile
……………………………his bangs
……flipped to one side / thoughts
…………………………………………..deep /
wings open
………………into poetry
in another dream, beetles and roaches
………………………….cover the floor
and this morning
………….lashes fall
……………..as I rub sleep from my eyes
I can
………no longer see myself
………………………………………in the glass
Author’s Bio
a pearl in this diamond world … Josephine LoRe’s poetry has been read on stage, published in literary journals and anthologies in 11 countries, put to music, danced, integrated into visual art, interpreted through ASL and globally zoomed. Josephine has two collections: Unity and her bestseller, The Cowichan Series.
www.josephinelorepoet.com