The resource for today NaPoWriMo Day4 was to write about a dream. Here’s mine for today.

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I dreamed of the meadows of Salzburg yesterday

And me galloping across the green

Like Julie Andrews on the screen

I dreamed of the fountains at Hellbrunn palace

And me standing before Neptune, the hunter Actaeon and Eurydice

Like the Goddess of the Hunt, Diana

 

I dreamed of a lake – white swans, ripples

And me hammering busily, in a baroque city,

I dreamed of streams, fountains everywhere

Water spurting from the stony mouths of round-cheeked boys

And from the urns of the women frozen in time

I dreamed they were me or maybe I was them

 

I was tired of standing there, holding my urn

Of getting drenched, all I wanted- was the sun

To dry me up, to unfreeze my bones

To turn me from stone

To human, to woman

To be able to move again

 

I dreamed it was all a dream

The lake, the mountain and the stream

The tiny toy men, the swans

I wanted to turn

But there I lay frozen

A woman in stone

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“Our poetry resource today isn’t exactly a poetry resource. Rather, it is a series of very silly twitter accounts. One thing that poetry is often said to do is make us see the familiar in a new way, and expose us to the magic of everyday life. These twitter accounts do something similar. For example @MagicRealismBot provides daily doses of weirdness, and poet Mathias Svalina’s longstanding @dreamdeliveryer does the same (Mathias also has a subscription service through which you can get dreams sent directly to you in the mail, or, if he is in your city, delivered in person!) And if that’s not enough, perhaps you will enjoy the strangeness of @GardensBritish, or the whimsy of @A_single_bear?

Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its cue from our gently odd resources, and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time. I definitely have some nightmares I haven’t been able to forget, but I’ve also witnessed very lovely things in dreams (like snow falling on a flood-lit field bordered by fir trees, as seen through a plate glass window in a very warm and inviting kitchen). Need an example of a poem rooted in dream-based imagery? Try this one by Michael Collier.”