POETRY

 

Dreaming in Blue

I
                                        
When I reach the dreamland,
When I meet the trees, like
A bride, like Egypt seeking
The underworld, the Hebrews
Seeking the proimiseland, there
There I shall no longer have to
Put coal under my eyes, red
On my lips to be heard.

II

Helen you had cast a thousand
Ships but you have never silenced
A war. Blood is being washed away,
Stains too deep for even my lifecyle
To understand. My womb has opened up
Forced and tearing. I have given birth to
My own heart. I have become my own
Mother, cradling myself into dreamful sleep