Dreamland
A memory
A room existing only in memory,
In the morning, it melted away,
Though I caught while turning, the pattern of the first frost
Lightly on my gown and a whitened strand of hair in the mirror.
Lifting a finger to trace the opulent pattern,
Breath held barefoot,
The old figured carpet
As if the frost had tried to emulate it,
The room and the scent of Grandma's house, an entire world,
A temporary etching, drawn in blue and white.
Bent on charming the autumn procession into winter,
Queen Mab and her retinue shedding feathers and lacy ferns in flight,
Or a fairy princess flitted that way crowned with jeweled leaf diadem,
Endowed a single width of fragile glass dividing warm from cold,
With fronds of sparkling lace making curtains where there were none
Moonlit windowpanes in fancy dress,
From a dream awaking within a castle in the air.
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
Comments (17)
This is beautiful
A room and scent of Grandma's house, an entire world. Nicely Done!!
What a lovely flight of winter fancy - both mournful and wistful in tone. A poem that lingers. Congrats!
Congratulations on Runner Up- Well Deserved!!!
Gorgeous images, Natalie. Congratulations! "With fronds of sparkling lace making curtains where there were none"- I just love this line so much!
Congratulations 🤩… delightfully whimsical… I especially like: “ Endowed a single width of fragile glass dividing warm from cold, With fronds of sparkling lace making curtains where there were none Moonlit windowpanes in fancy dress, From a dream awaking within a castle in the air.”
Magical! Congratulations.
Congrats, Natalie!! Very well deserved!
Beautifully written. Congrats!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Love this! Congrats!
This is fantastic! Loved the Queen Mab reference.
So dreamy! Definitely captures to almost supernatural element to the first frost
Masterful metaphors here! I enjoyed what you did with these words. This was among my favourites: "Breath held barefoot." Oooh, that's powerful imagery!
Absolutely gorgeous piece. Well done.
oh this was just exquisite! like Emily, loved your vivid descriptions! well done, Natalie!
This created a vivid scenery. Your words paint a beautiful picture in my mind. Love it♥︎