I often remember another dream I had, even longer ago
I was trying to go as far down as possible. It worked –
I fell through a crack of red rock
as deep as the world.
Rushing down, I passed a mirror,
and for the briefest moment saw my own reflection, wherein –
I was a werewolf.
I realise now that - to my younger self -
my face today, glimpsed in a mirror
Perhaps it was only my future appearance that startled me.
In there, I am resplendent,
Rose-coloured locks spring from every part of my face and head.
If, right now, I really am the werewolf I saw years before,
then perhaps this creature is some future incarnation -
but I can’t hang here forever.
then I release my grip
to freefall again through the earth.
Since the first of April, I've been writing poems for each letter of the English alphabet. The poems are a sequence and you can read the first 17 parts on the links below:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q
The letter 'R' was originally the Semitic letter 'Resh', in turn generally presumed to derive from an earlier pictogram for a face or head.
The dream I describe in the first half of this poem (as with the one about the sheep that featured in 'O') is one I really did have as a child - and the image of myself as a rose-and-blond lion-man is also drawn from a (much more recent) dream.