Sara Crawford

Sorry for the lack of poetry last week! I was on vacation in New Orleans/Gulf Shores (which was a blast!) Here's a poem for this week, though!

Golem.

by Rachel Marshall


I've been sleeping so long

I've forgotten waking.

And the sun is yellow,

but it gets in my eyes.

And the rain is falling,

but the sound of it on tin

stirs little, evokes less.


When I'm sleeping so long,

I remember with such lucidity.

There are places I've flown,

And people blended colorful,

the likes of which I never

see on street corners.


In this sleep, I'm motionless.

In this dream, I'm endless.

I pulse and throb, a heart

brought to life, given limbs

and thoughts

and fears

and fingertips.


Sleeping, I am gray and

curled like a baby in a womb

of blankets and sheets,

nestled into a cool pillow,

in utero, a wall of muscle

converted to goose feathers

and cotton.


Dreaming, I am red and naked,

hurled like a spear into an unknown

world of mobile stars and moons,

accelerating into warm imagination.

Nothing is ever the same,

and every dream leaves me changed

and infinite.


Waking, I am blended, a

gray golem with rosy cheeks,

my fingers linked -

so altogether awkward -

waiting with my ears pricked high,

for the right spell to

bring my dreams

to waking.