THE ART OF DREAM INTERPRETATION
In the dream, the old man was trying to salvage
a piece of art. He was frantically rearranging colors
and shapes but nothing would stay where he wanted.
One square slightly askew, a green turned blue, other bits slid
down and collected into something no one could think
beautiful. But he kept working, fingers no longer his own,
kept shifting pieces, trying to save, desperate to make the art
art again. The old woman grabbed his hand with a soft
aggression and asked "Aren't you tired of this?
Don't you want it to stop?" But her questions started
with a name, the old man's name, and the dreamer
could not remember this detail. Was it Harold?
John? It felt important, crucial, the key to it everything.
All morning the dreamer paced, trying to remember,
streaking through paint spills that covered the floor.
About the author:
Christine Brandel is a writer and photographer. In 2013, she published Tell This To Girls: The Panic Annie Poems. She also writes for PopMatters and rants and raves through her character Agatha Whitt-Wellington (Miss) at Everyone Needs An Algonquin. More of her work can be found here.