Dark as the night, as clouds that form around what begs to be seen
I am the goddess of sleep and dreams
I am ripples that form in quiet lakes of green
where kisses linger beneath the moon in the backseat
and laughter echoes in the morning,
deny you may but the soul is aware of what the body refuses to admit
it conceals its deepest desires
but in truth indulges as though giving in to the ferocity of cloudburst,
to the redundancy of roses,
every second Samhain I transform along with others
into a swan
feel the end of harvest season drawing to a close
and winter emerge as the somber half of the year, as the world honors
deceased ancestors–
fleeting is time,
its weight balanced upon rock-ribbed, pearl white wings
I am softer sighs made bittersweet by what remains beyond power,
what’s believed to be,
as water wise beckons me to listen and share a few stories.
Photo credits: Mythical goddesses by Katrina Taule, Pinterest
Posted for Weekend Challenge @ Real Toads
I love that you have written this in the first person – it gives the poem a sense of intimacy as well as some wonderful folklore
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
every second Samhain I transform along with others
into a swan
feel the end of harvest season drawing to a close..
Such a beautifully poetic inclination to turn into a swan. I love this poem.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Wonderful title, amazing poem, Sanaa! I love the lines:
‘I am the goddess of sleep and dreams
I am ripples that form in quiet lakes of green
where kisses linger beneath the moon in the backseat’
and the phrases:
‘ferocity of cloudburst’ and ‘redundancy of roses’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I’ll bet the dream goddess has some amazing stories to tell to. I’d follow the water’s advice and sit to listen to a few of them.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
The goddess of dreams that conceals what begs to be seen. It’s so mystical and mysterious.
Thank you so much, Lori 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Your myth is elegant and mesmerizing… is it weird for me to swoon? Because I’m pretty sure I just swooned. 😉
lol@ me
Lol! ❤️ Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
I loved that your voice is speaking to us almost willing us to write to this prompt to share a few stories!
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Love your poem, especially this phrase..”.but in truth indulges as though giving in to the ferocity of cloudburst, to the redundancy of roses” Beautiful work
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
So much to love with a goddess like this… love also how you treat it with a balance between danger and softness… we are beckoned both to fear and to love such a goddess.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I am softer sighs made bittersweet by what remains beyond power….What a powerful statement!
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“I am softer sighs made bittersweet”….wow what an amazing line Sanaa! I love this poem from first word to last!
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I like how elusive she reports herself to be. A goddess of sleep and dreams should live in the corner of the minds’ eye, always watching, waiting… to weave sleep into images.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
I agree with Magaly. Be sneaky. Better to weave the dreams quietly into sleep!
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You have woven a mysterious mythological tale Sanaa. I couldn’t help but think of Leda and the Swan when I read your lines, Beautiful!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“Ferocity of cloudburst “ and “redundancy of roses “
Beautiful phrases,Sanaa. Great poem!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
wow what a magic poem
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Fluid and compelling. Takes me along.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️