So, as if I don’t have enough to do, I’ve been hit by the inspiration muse for my next book of poetry. At least for the overarching theme of it (like how galaxies/alternate dimensions/astrophysics/time travel was for the last book). I was thinking maybe the paranormal/unexplained/ghosts, but have the poems revolve around lost people/opportunities, especially since I have been pretty chimerical throughout my life, and a lot got jettisoned and left behind in the wake.
“I liked you the way you were. I liked your walls. I liked being the one to bring them down.” Hook, Once Upon a Time
Here’s a sample one:
The Secret Life of a Chimera
you were one of the ones
I had little regret about
and didn’t count you
among my secrets-to-the-grave.
There was zero nostalgia there
except maybe that time
we went to another dimension
with the help of…synthpop, was it?
Whatever it was, it was a beautiful step
out of time, on that Vermont road
clean and pure and transcendental as ice
that, luckily, wasn’t also on the road.
That’s how I remember you.
I will never admit that I think about
the play you wrote that saw the
me no-one else did.
But last night, out of nowhere,
out of years bygone,
I dreamed of you,
with a unicorn heart
full of rainbow love, just for me.
And I let you hold me, prickly pineapples
and prickly me and all.
I don’t know what was more confusing
that I let you in, or that I let you go.
And I wished another impossible wish
(they’re the only kind I’m allowed)
that you were the one to break down my walls.