Thursday, November 01, 2012

To dream of death ... a poem for All Hallow's Eve

A poem for All Hallow's Eve, which I managed to miss by a few seconds. Typical.
To dream of death signifies fear
of the unknown. Dandelions
tell of a lover’s

infidelities. Towers and steeples
are signs of ill omen.
To avoid nightmare, sleep

with a stone under your pillow.

The ring-tailed dove

must not be crossed with the crow
or harm approaches.

To see rivers in flood

means death by drowning, and roses
financial ruin. Anything blue

is an excellent omen

for childbirth. Pearls bring sickness.
Opals, relief.

Falling from a high place

indicates a stranger’s treachery

and carrying milk

a long-held dream fulfilled. But

to dream of milk spilt

is to suffer love unrequited.

From Camper Van Blues (Salt Publishing). 


Poetry Pleases! said...

Dear Jane

Yes, we liked this poem when we first read it. We wish you, Steve, Indigo and the boys a very Merry Christmas and hope that your daughter's boyfriend is making a steady recovery.

Best wishes from Simon & Rusty

Jane Holland said...

He is, thank you! A very speedy recovery, in fact. Though he's not allowed out in public for 6 weeks, for fear of infection while his immuno-whatnot is compromised. So we haven't actually been to see him.

I should perhaps update the blog before the end of the year. Thanks for the reminder that it exists!

Merry Chrimbo to you both!