Poem
Snake by Milan Hrnjazovic; for more information, visit
http://www.hrnjazovic-milan.com/index.html
Dream Sonnet
by Amy Watkins
My friend believes her dreams to be prophetic.
I hardly credit mine: a pale pink monster,
slow and unrelenting—strange but not
enlightening—or my high school coach
commanding me to save a panda cub,
small, fragile as a quail egg—no second
sight. But what to make of dreams of loved
ones falling? Cliff’s edge dreams the night before
a death or diagnosis? Cye, alone
and wandering the night his first love left
him: nonsense, like the gills that opened in
another dream, six slits, elegant, thin,
caressing my throat like chandelier earrings.
I never learned to breathe under water.
About Amy Watkins
Amy Watkins is a poet, visual artist, and teacher, and the author of the chapbook Milk & Water [http://yellowflagpress.tictail.com/product/amy-watkins-milk-water]. She lives in Orlando, Florida. She always dreams in color.
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Reblogged this on Espejo De Polvo and commented:
Interesante