The Reverie Of Rene Magritte
Mr. James daydreamed of roses.
It was his recurring reverie.
Blousy pink roses
so clear
he could almost spell their fragrance
almost touch their pastel petals
a sweet dream
of pale,
pink roses.
It was the hands that turned it into a nightmare,
those pale fragile hands reaching out,
more and more of them
threatening
beckoning
cajoling
he couldn’t work it out,
couldn’t understand,
only knew he felt
fear,
fear day and night
a sleepy dread
of dreaming.
about the artist
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
Image generated on DreamStudio using the prompt: The Pleasure Principle (Portrait of Edward James) 1937
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