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')

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14 May 2014


“You must come and see!” I called in my dream.
The lizard inside my front door was huge.
Its body was white, like leather, not scales,
and banded twice in black and red.

I didn’t know where it would run; I was scared.
Then I saw by the lintel what it obscured —
shoved under the carpet, severed of course 
and starting to rot — a horse’s head.

You’d think that would cue me to panic and scream
and wake. But not so. I called once again 
for the men whom I knew were in the back room.
They spotted some other small beast, also dead.

I suppose that these symbols are not what they seem.
Is there some hidden thing in my life to be feared?

For Poetic Asides' bref double challenge

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