For Day Twenty of Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, my poem responds to the two images below.

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The Dream

In a dream of monochrome,
of blue-grey tints, and white,
I pound against the wired glass,
and look for colored light.

In my dream of ghosts, I’m you–
reflections in a world of shadows,
there we both just stand and wait
and like a door, my opened eyes now close–

but still, I see within the dream I dream, outside,
there are mountains and green meadows,
ships that sail upon an azure sea,
that flows and flows and flows

unending. Upending, life grows,
with texture, shape, and color.

My dream hands fast upon the glass again, tap,
I wake to blue-cast shimmer-throwing,
but open up the window blinds—
outside the sun is glowing.