Thoughts Matter
i dreamt a baby’s head
wore a human bonnet
similar to dried skun rabbit
like the pointy knitted one
worn to the first day of school
when mum sat next to me
waiting for the doors to open
while other children played
the plump head
birthed from dark fertile soil
was placed with other limbs
on cream cloth ..
i knew all would end well
it always did
usually messages were clear
i’d say i already know that
let me sleep
this time on waking i tried
to piece it together
as i lay in bed
it’s taken years to allow my hand
to venture over the sides of a mattress
i didn’t want that dead guy
seen walking through our house
or any spirit
touching me
in or out of bed
even
if it was my dear departed mother
- Jean Bohuslav 2019
Jean attends a creative writing group in Torquay Vic. She has found growth not only in her writing but also in other areas of life from being a part of the group.
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