Here is a poem from my book Eve's Tears. It is about dreams and about dreaming of houses. Hope you enjoy!
Houses
To dream of a house is to dream of yourself.
She'd dreamt of houses many times.
The first was a chimney
standing still among charred remains.
And she was travelling away
from its sad epitaph.
Her houses had a myriad
rooms
some
sheek and complete
others
dark and menacing
harbouring ghosts
of despair, traumas
impeding completion.
Houses where the door
was opened
and she could not halt
the flow
of people
filling the halls and rooms
that travelled on forever
with words and actions
she likes
does not like
but she is just there
host to it all.
Houses in the country
semi-detached in the city
gardens neglected
or radiant in bloom.
All these houses
a reflection of herself.
Her last dream left her calm.
She dreamt again of a house.
This house one of love
and she its centre.
Japanese rice paper
home looking for
its place to rest.
She woke happy.
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