For Day Twenty of Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, my poem responds to the two images below.
-Kerfe Roig “self portrait #15 (after Man Ray)” 
-Christine O’Connor
The Dream
In a dream of monochrome,
of blue-grey tints, and white,
I pound against the wired glass,
and look for colored light.
In my dream of ghosts, I’m you–
reflections in a world of shadows,
there we both just stand and wait
and like a door, my opened eyes now close–
but still, I see within the dream I dream, outside,
there are mountains and green meadows,
ships that sail upon an azure sea,
that flows and flows and flows
unending. Upending, life grows,
with texture, shape, and color.
My dream hands fast upon the glass again, tap,
I wake to blue-cast shimmer-throwing,
but open up the window blinds—
outside the sun is glowing.
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Thank you, Paul.
From dream to awakening to a colourful scene – well described
Thank you, Derrick.
Lovely, Merril.
Thank you, Jill!
I like the juxtaposition of both images and words. (K)
I particularly appreciate the ease with which the dreamer can awaken and pass through the monochrome into the blue. Tap.
Thank you, Liz. My own dreams are usually full of color, and shift easily from one place to another. 😀
Good dreams to have!
😀
This is fabulous, Merril! From monochrome dream to coloured reflections to dreaming to reality. Wonderful!
Thank you so much, Dale! 💙