What Kind of Dreams

What Kind of Dreams

A Chapter by TLK
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Falling. Smashing.

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The child was reluctant, obstructive, rudely derogated the rules of night-time. In return, the mothers smile crusted over; her anticipating face raged with love, with tenderness, with necessity.

Hold back desperation: “Shall I read you a story?” Yes, a boring story, a story to bore your little eyes closed and your little head droopy and your little snores out.

All children learn to say no and this one was a champion already. Still gentle and formless it was not quite male, not quite female. It was androgynous, sexless, precocious with the possibilities of a gender unslated -- as if pigeon-holes could be sated at a later date. A choice depending on pointing out a celebrity from a picture in a magazine, and saying: ‘that one’.

“I don’t want to be in bed.”

This was said from bed, defiant, huddled and muddled within the pastry of the sheets and wriggling like a still-living filling. Four-and-twenty blackbirds, all singing.

Isn’t this a pretty dish thought mother.

“But bed is good,” she reasoned, “bed is a fine fine thing to be in.” She eyed it herself, covetously, the crispness of the linen holding the warm buttered biscuit smell of a child’s hair.

“Bed isn’t good. It’s lonely.”

Yes, lonely, sang the mother to herself, alone to be with myself only. Swaying with sleeplessness, mother’s voice burst with secrets.

“Bed is good. It is. It is where you were made.”

And you, child, are a good thing. Making you was good. Therefore beds are good.

Mother blinked dreamily, lies rushing unbidden to fill the gap between a child's world and the truth; the question came immediately.

“Have you ever seen someone making a pot out of clay?” she asked in response. Her arms raised in front of the child’s face. “Have you ever seen the clay sculpted, squeezed?” Then she lowered them. “And this was the oven. This is where you were baked.”

She wondered what kind of dreams these lies would bring, dreams of whispered fertility, Freudian dreams of plumbers removing bottoms and widdlers. Dreams of children baked out of clay and, rocked from the cradle; falling, smashing.



© 2013 TLK



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The phrasing is very nice, and I do like the final image - it's concise, but practical and it works with the rest of the piece. My concern is describing the mothers face like a moon and hair like a sunset. It's just a very familiar trope, and loses power for that reason.

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TLK

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Agreed. However, I wanted the imagery to conspire in her sleepiness, unguardedness, and lack of pow.. read more



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the only hit to me was "it's boring" - that didn't fir with a child being read to- in my mind and thereafter the sense of flow to me was lost. Just me I guess.

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TLK

4 Years Ago

I'm a teacher. Children learn what boring is from a very young age (it's not being able to play with.. read more
Chris

4 Years Ago

Chuckling here... good one that.
Interesting is all I can say. I can not see a mother really using this as an explanation of why being in bed is good for a child but then again I'm not yet a mother.

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TLK

5 Years Ago

I think this mother is very logical. Perhaps she is a philosophy professor.
Seamstress

5 Years Ago

Alright, simple enough explanation.
Ken Simm has a series of confounded letters, like this, they look like stories, but they are all poetry. You have an amazing voice.

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Emily B

5 Years Ago

there is an edge, nails screeching on a blackboard when mum says you were made in a bed, it seems so.. read more
TLK

5 Years Ago

I think all responsibility must slide into incongruity some of the time. Who can attempt to both con.. read more
Emily B

5 Years Ago

yes, truly
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Pax
all i could say that i love prose poetry...for some they called it prosetry...its were i started making stories... this is really a nice tale...

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TLK

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words. I wish I was called 'prosetry' too, sometimes.
I enjoyed reading this and will comeback to read more. I like the style and will read up on It.

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TLK

5 Years Ago

Thank you for alerting me to your enjoyment, it always makes me happy to have pleased a reader.
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Chance

5 Years Ago

I will read some at lunch today. Don't know what to call what I write other than a hot mess. Thanks .. read more
TLK

5 Years Ago

"Hot mess"? Sounds like a decent kedgeree. I'll definitely be taking a look.
what kind of dreams: a semi-conscious ramble perhaps? forgive me if I don't fully fathom...there is a bbc radio 4 /3 quality to this prose, fascinating the multiple thoughts that enter this woman's mind while she maintains her mothering responsibilites.....will have to return and read others soon, thanx

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TLK

5 Years Ago

Thank you for being fascinated even if it was not directly fathomable.
I have to say, what I enjoyed most was the line "A choice depending on pointing out a celebrity from a picture in a magazine, and saying: ‘that one’." I say this because this poem could have been written for any number of time periods, but this gave the reader immediate context into present society and it's over emphasis on the importance of fake 'beauty'. Additionally, I enjoyed the entire segment that that line was in as well for it's ability to really highly the androgynous quality of little children that is so easily overlooked by the parents in their attempt to thrust their notions of masculinity or femininity onto the children.

I felt as thought the mother blurting out that the child was made in the bed felt a tad forced and unnatural, but I do think it went well with the overall point / message of the piece.

Overall, I enjoyed it.



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TLK

5 Years Ago

I apologise for not having commented on your excellent review earlier! I was probably so pleased by .. read more
I think this is very good, full of original thoughts, based on a fine idea, with a rich, unusual language, I really like bottoms and widdlers. The theme is great too, a look at phony descriptions of sexuality that we force on children. Just one small point, I would delete the last phrase of the second line, which is more or less a repeat, but apart from that this is a fine write.

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TLK

5 Years Ago

Heh, yeah, I should have re-read it more thoroughly. Edit made now.

The bottoms and wi.. read more
Loved the line about "beds are good.."

amazing imagery at the end. as a mother i can surely relate to this piece.

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0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The phrasing is very nice, and I do like the final image - it's concise, but practical and it works with the rest of the piece. My concern is describing the mothers face like a moon and hair like a sunset. It's just a very familiar trope, and loses power for that reason.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TLK

5 Years Ago

Agreed. However, I wanted the imagery to conspire in her sleepiness, unguardedness, and lack of pow.. read more

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