Sunday, 17 May 2009
kitten kitten come home
last night i had a dream that i was on a huge old stage
with all the boys from menudo and some old
vaudevillian actresses... there were 5 huge
vintage brocade curtains covering the stage.
we were singing "ill be there" and pushing back the curtains
as more and more dancers and ballerinas appeared.
the audience were enraptured and eating green apples.
when we had pushed back all the curtains
and the show was over we all began to
run to the forest.. we were running
and ambling through the moss and
over the stones.. dance shoes and tights
scurrying over the deep dark forest floor...
some of us found old victorian bicycles
and so we were riding them...
i leapt off of my bicycle
to ford a giant black stream.
but some dancers didnt see the water..
it was very deep, cold and rushing..
they plunged straight in with their bicycles,
their tutus hitting the water and sinking under.
they came up with their dark wet hair
still in perfect buns.
in real life i found this kitten yesterday.