Every Night the Dream Comes Clearer

The images here came from a dream I had one night. I never understood the meaning of the dreams, so in the poem, I gave it an ending with the first meaning that came to mind.

Every Night the Dream Comes Clearer

At the abdomen of the mountain

in a clear cellophane blue lake

delicate carved statues stand

fixed in mid-ascent. 

          Phoenix.

Unicorn. 

                Pegasus. 

Their weathered eyes begging

the sky for drought

                      or rain.

                           Either 

will deliver the necessary

change. 

To drown would be the end.

In drought would be dry ground.

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Poem and artwork (C) 2021 Ann Kestner. Poem previously appeared in Strange Words She Heard: A Collections of Poems published 2009 under the pseudonym Isabel Kestner.