Into my dream come the lions
and wait for me outside school,
the hefty male lies down calmly
like a Trafalgar Square statue
the lioness stands ready.
Ready for me. I approach
terrified. These two could eat me
for breakfast, lick my bones.
Should I run, stand still, lie down?
What's to do?
The lioness is in my house
though I can't see her.
I duck in anticipation
of her leap from the wardrobe.
2 comments:
Oh dear! I hope you don't have this dream again.
I could say something about lions and wardrobes and C.S.Lewis. You can see the power of symbols in it all.
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