I like this a lot grasshopper. It's so powerful!
Part of me wants it to stay as a dream (that takes some of its power away)
but part of me wonders if it could be written as if it were as real as
surreal can be. No dream to act as a softener between the reader and the
poem... Really put the frighteners on (like Plath used to do?)
Whaddya think?
Bob
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Crawlspace
>Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 18:37:25 +0100
>
>
> Crawlspace
>
>When I dream,
>my house has an extra storey,
>reached by a narrow trapdoor
>and tunnel that involves
>a twist of body.
>There are no windows
>and a lamp is still burning
>from an old black and white film
>I saw as a child.
>The mustard bulb is too dim
>to light the corners.
>.
>I do not like to ascend
>to that top storey
>but the dream always
>twists me in its tale
>and makes me climb.
>Upstairs there are people
>I know well but would not
>recognise awake,
>familiars of sleep -they know
>my secrets and weak spots
>in the floor.
>
>I think of the strait turn
>down towards the safety
>of the lower storeys.
>I think when I wake
>I will not know these faces,
>these fears, but they always wait
>for another night, nearer
>the roof, in the rooms
>the day destroys.
>
>Sometimes I sit up late,
>cradling a warm drink
>trying not to listen as the clock
>counts up the stairs.
>
> grasshopper
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