Sunday Whirl (Wordle #177) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.
The words this week are:
horses, signal, bullets, thrust, plant, dismal,
edge, spot, rose, locks, ball, meandering
The Dream Seeder
Father’s Day 2014.
It is late.
The bed is warm.
He sits beside me.
His tone alternates between conspiratorial and alarming.
His words, exotic and alive, paint a picture. Pictures.
The wild.
The fanciful.
The instructive.
The richly embroidered tales of adventure,
tales of love and derring-do,
meandering at times, exciting always,
where proud Arabian horses stand tall, nostrils flaring, scanning the desert air for assassins, where writhing, serpentine plants spiral to the heavens, through the giant-dwelling clouds, to where a goose sits, patiently twitching her golden sphincter, where small girls with golden curls dream of leaving their dismal cinder-full, sister-full drudgery for the rose-petalled, glass-shoed bliss of the Prince’s Ball, where wicked, warty witches, living in confectionery cottages far from the forest’s edge, waiting to lock small wandering children in even smaller cages, to fatten them and eat them (can you spot the message here?), where tassllated cowboys in white hats gallop, firing from guns in both hands, bullets that always find their targets, as they gallop across the wild, wide savannas to rescue the beleaguered fort, where gnarled old sailors, led by a courageous, young captain, battle seas rife with one-legged, ear-ringed, parrot-toting pirates and large, one eyed, long tentacle creatures, in search of the “X” that always marks the spot.
meandering at times, exciting always,
where proud Arabian horses stand tall, nostrils flaring, scanning the desert air for assassins, where writhing, serpentine plants spiral to the heavens, through the giant-dwelling clouds, to where a goose sits, patiently twitching her golden sphincter, where small girls with golden curls dream of leaving their dismal cinder-full, sister-full drudgery for the rose-petalled, glass-shoed bliss of the Prince’s Ball, where wicked, warty witches, living in confectionery cottages far from the forest’s edge, waiting to lock small wandering children in even smaller cages, to fatten them and eat them (can you spot the message here?), where tassllated cowboys in white hats gallop, firing from guns in both hands, bullets that always find their targets, as they gallop across the wild, wide savannas to rescue the beleaguered fort, where gnarled old sailors, led by a courageous, young captain, battle seas rife with one-legged, ear-ringed, parrot-toting pirates and large, one eyed, long tentacle creatures, in search of the “X” that always marks the spot.
These are the stories of the twilight.
These are the seeds of dreams.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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Love it. Though those dreams need only the smallest twist to become nightmares.
ReplyDeletelove how it develops and grabs you...an adventure.
ReplyDeleteah...been there...now they've become a distant dream....love it :)
ReplyDeleteTales of adventure, tales of love. Can create that many dreams to whet the appetite! Great write Cosmo!
ReplyDeleteHank
overpowering and quite captivating, like an old tale.Impressive.
ReplyDeleteTakes me back to my childhood.
ReplyDeleteI love how visually this poem expands...big as the dream being grown...stories of twilight and seeded dreams...surely the best things in life
ReplyDeletedef. loads of inspiration for dreams... all the stories and how we can spin them on or interpret... i had a funny dream last night...stitched together by some adventure story and one guy who gave a guided tour at stirling castle...so very weird but charming nonetheless...smiles
ReplyDeleteMy childhood fed with such tales while at the same time a war was raging round me coloured my life and many others. However I am not sure we learned or gained much from either!
ReplyDeleteI liked the visual shape of the poem, like a spaceship flying overhead. The images of the poem were very strong.
ReplyDeleteI was drawn into your poem in the same way as I am sometimes drawn into a dream!
ReplyDeletei am the same as anna...i was wondering it is was going to be a concrete poem which would have played interesting with the subject....you have def built the details in such that adventure seems inevitable in those dreams...
ReplyDeleteCaptivating read, a great symbiosis with prose and poetry. The nostrils of the horses a detail that I love.
ReplyDeleteI liked the closing lines and how you softly take us back to reality after your epic words.
ReplyDeleteGood Work!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Indeed! Sometimes I wonder at the moralityin the stories like Hansel and Gretal--as you point out. But the traditional ones do not weedout Evil, and maye the voices that seed the dreams could actually discuss the message before leaving the child to his horrors and heroism? Beautifully written--I assume, from experience.
ReplyDelete"These are the seeds of dreams". What a glorious ramble through the world of tall tales and fairy tales, this morning, Cosmo. You really have outdone yourself with this poem. Loved every line! Especially (of course) the "wicked warty witches"!
ReplyDeletebeautiful lines..dream away..smiles
ReplyDeleteNow it's a new style from you... I'd love to hear more details about every tale...Lovely :)x
ReplyDeleteLove this. Enjoyed the 'fat' stanza which runs with the wildness of dreams.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of fractured fairy tales from saturday morning cartoons . . .
ReplyDeleteI had a lovely dream last night...so disappointed I was when I awoke from it....
ReplyDelete"These are the stories of the twilight.
ReplyDeleteThese are the seeds of dreams."
This is wonderful - love it.
Children and those who read to them are both so important.
ReplyDeleteThis is so brilliant....absolutely genius the way you have woven familiar childhood stories into this nostalgic piece. I especially love the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteWhat an extraordinary adventure these words took you. I couldn't see past dismal for my effort, but yours is exciting and interesting.
ReplyDeleteResearch says that our 'world view' is pretty much in place by the time we are five and that the archetypes we choose to reflect are often found in those fairy tales we heard as children. I believe you nailed it when you wrote that these are the seeds of dreams. Wonderful write,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Fairy tale adventures are the best, even though they can turn on you in snap!
ReplyDeleteHmmm ... an interesting preview of things to come ... what a wordle.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful write!
ReplyDeleteHiya Cosmo, Of your recent stuff, kinda like this one the best - a very rich and persuasive write. A real pleasure...
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