Here’s another winter solstice poem. This Haibun is for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. She asked us to use synonyms for the words cover and precipitation.
I’m tucked under the blankets. My big-eyed, grey-striped cat is cuddled against me. Our white cat has closed both his blue eye and his yellow eye on the pillow beside me. My husband, wrapped in a green-bordered patchwork quilt, has fallen asleep downstairs in his recliner. We all dream. Our dreams are shape-shifting creatures that fly high to dance together amongst the stars. I dream of winter snow melting in spring sunshine. In my dream, there are green fields and blue horses in a silver mist. There is a building, where inside a dark room a woman slowly chews and swallows some strips of paper. She smiles because now she holds all the secrets–buried inside her like a seed. But someday they will sprout in light, blooming flowers of truth and beauty.
Dreams reign solstice night
soothed by moon’s lullabies,
slowly, the sun wakes
Franz Marc, “The Dream,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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Lovely, Merril! Thanks for all your beautiful words this year.
Thank you so much, Cindy! 🙂
Wonderful at establishing the setting … and then the images of the dream was definitely dreamy. Very fitting for the day. Well done, Merril!
Thanks so much, Frank! 🙂
oh, i love this!
Thank you, Beth!
This is wonderful Merril 🙂
Thank you so much, Janice!
What a lovely way to celebrate the changing year 🙂 And you have sun!
Thank you, Jane! No, actually it’s cloudy here now. I was hopeful. 🙂 I think we’re going to have rain and clouds for the next few gloomy days.
Like here. But at least it’s not cold. Other worries instead—Finbar’s hurt himself again. He usually does this kind of thing when there isn’t going to be a vet around for about a week. It keeps me on my toes with home surgery.
Oh no! Poor Finbar! Do they have animal ER’s there? We’ve had to take our cats there a few times on holidays. Not fun. I hope Finbar is OK.
There will be a vet taking emergencies somewhere but it could be miles away. I reckon he’ll live. It’s a cyst the vet has already seen and pronounced benign. It ruptured today and bled quite a bit but it stopped quickly and Finbar doesn’t seem to be in pain. Let me poggle with it to see if it was actually an abscess (it isn’t) so I’ve just cleaned it. Not really the kind of subject of conversation for the festive season, but that’s dogs for you.
I’m glad it doesn’t seem serious, and also that Finbar let your “poggle with it.” 🙂
It looks more or less inactive today. I’ll get the vet to have another look at it if it starts bleeding again.
I hope it’s OK.
It doesn’t look pleasant, but he isn’t bothered by it. I’ll keep it clean and see if it hardens over. Otherwise it will be the vet after Christmas.
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Thanks so much, Frank!
My pleasure, Merril! 😇
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“snow melting in spring sunshine” – I like that dream.
And… now I see Claudia in the library, writing out her vines.
Thanks, Ken. I will get to Claudia’s vines and your poems later. 🙂
Fabulous Merill…words and the pic. 😊
Thank you very much, Holly! 🙂
Oh my goodness, Merril. This was fabulous! The dream and the woman with the secrets – what a fantasy story that could be! Excellent Haibun. ❤
Thank you very much, Colleen!
The woman eating the paper was really in my dream–the other stuff, not so much (except the cats and my husband). 🙂
LOL! Well done, Merril. ✨💕✨
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Lovely
Thanks so much, Derrick!
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I will start here and head backwards to catch up on all three mystical and lovely poetry and musings, Merril. . .
Hope your Hanukkah has been going splendidly and your Mom’s health also well.💞 🕎
Thank you very much, Robin!
Oh, it is always nice to read your deep, thoughtful poems. I enjoy this and feel it is time well spent. ❤
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This haibun poem and tale of the dream were beautiful. It was lovely to read how you put into words this Franz Marc painting. I like how it could be depicted in words. The woman swallowing strips of paper carrying secrets was ingenious. Your Muse followed you into your sleep. ☁ 🌜☁
Thanks so much, Robin. The poem came first, and then I found the painting. The part about the woman swallowing the paper was really in my dream. 🙂
That was a very intriguing dream, Merril. 🙂
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