Dream
I dreamed I was the moon last night,
the strangest dream I’ve had,
my dream was silver-magical
and not a little mad!
I spread my beams on sky and sea,
I poured myself on land,
touched every tree with filigree,
kissed every grain of sand
But you won’t see my handiwork;
I did it in the night
and all my magic vanished
with the coming of the light.
the strangest dream I’ve had,
my dream was silver-magical
and not a little mad!
I spread my beams on sky and sea,
I poured myself on land,
touched every tree with filigree,
kissed every grain of sand
But you won’t see my handiwork;
I did it in the night
and all my magic vanished
with the coming of the light.
This poem is copyright (©) Carole Bromley 2024
About the Writer
Carole Bromley
Carole has won the Caterpillar Prize and had poems in Tyger, Tyger, The Toy, Paper Lanterns, Paperbound, Little Thoughts Press and Northern Gravy as well as in her collection, Blast Off! and anthologies from MacMillan, Nosy Crow and Emma Press. She does readings and workshops at festivals and in schools and in 2024 is tutoring courses on writing poetry for children at the Garsdale Retreat and for the Writing School online.
