It's Still Life

A Voile Dream 

That's why it begins like that, 
in the middle of a dream ...
in mid conversation ... me  
       and a tiger who fell 
       through a voile sky. 

And the tiger says, 
       What do you see? 

And I say, summer milkiness 
and bramble thorns, days fit 
to embroider on silk, and rivers 
wanting for a wild plunge. 
              And a Greek man. 

And the tiger says, 
How do you know he's Greek? 

And I say because if I created 
a Greek man, he'd look like that, 
and I'd want to keep my hand 
perpetually in his, and we'd sail 
away to Moab, away from storms 
and wars on a black brocade sea. 

And tiger curls his tongue across 
the surface of the river, and drinks 
and drinks and drinks until he 
dissolves back into that voile sky ...  
because no dream is ever fixed.

Written for Visual Verse’s September Anthology. Image by Image by Omar Musa. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter