Saturday, 11 June 2016

Cabbage Dreams

I am dreaming my cabbage dream.
I’m peeling off the outer leaves
to find what lies hidden beneath.
Looks much the same as the outer leaf,
a little less battered and crinkled
but fundamentally the same.
Now for the next layer.
There’s a drop of water 
shining full of light
and something darker, more solid,
the leavings of some hidden creature.
Another layer reveals the holes
and the sleepy caterpillar
dreaming...
without his pipe 
without his crown,
so unsure of 
his own
identity, 
much less mine.
If I peel off 
layer after layer until
I get to the heart of it,
will I understand where I’ve come from
and be able to unpack the dream,
find the pipe and put the pieces 
together, make sense of the
cabbage, crown the king.


First published in Poetry Breakfast, June 11, 2016https://poetrybreakfast.com/2016/06/11/cabbage-dreams-a-poem-by-lynn-white/

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