Posted by Blunder (213.65.19.70) on September 15, 2002 at 00:29:59:
In Reply to: Once I dreamt I was a poet... posted by Blunder on September 13, 2002 at 08:15:29:
Dear Gail (and wise collaborators!)
Last night again I had a dream:
I found a seagull lying in my garden, barely alive. His feets were trapped in ice as if he'd been standing in a bucket that froze over, although it was summer. Of course I wanted to help release the poor bird but when I came closer he tried to bite me. I had to go fetch a pair of gloves and when I returned the seagull was gone and there was no trace of the ice.
Instead I found a note with this poem:
Summer is over now it's September
A summer she will always remember
Her roses have withered since long
Mosquitoes have finished their song
Next May this world will see a new member
This summer is gone now it's September
So thanks again for sending one little elf of yours disguised as a seagull with an answer to the other dream I posted before. What is yet unexplained is why she wore the ice and where it went?
-blunder-