I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

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30 April 2010

And Suddenly Dreams Come True

Details in the real world
the star forecast says,
may prevent us, today,
from having lovely fantasies.

True. Today I’m having
lovely realities.
Suddenly Patsy phones.
(My friend who looks out for me.)

‘Do you still need
a full-length mirror?’
Suddenly her neighbour
is giving one away.

It’s the one I’ve dreamed:
a high cheval,
frame and stand of timber
polished golden.

‘Over there in that corner
of the bedroom,’ says Andrew.
Yes, I’d always fantasised
exactly that spot. It looks good.

April PAD Challenge 29
Prompt: And suddenly ...


  1. what an interesting way to capture stages of life thru a portal of a room, flash by flash.

    you've lived thru interesting times. so much change to draw on.