I Keep Having These Weird Dreams

A great role-model of my childhood gives a speech to a big crowd of kids 

all in gibberish, 

they roar their acceptance of their nonsense king.

A family huddles under a lamp post, 

only it’s not a lamp post, 

it is really a tall, skinny dragon disguising himself as a lamp post.

We are watching a movie, it is supposed to be romantic and sweet.

There is a woman who stands among the clouds, holding a lantern, the sun. 

Her skin is pale as the surface of the moon 

and her head is wreathed with flaxen hair

she wears a long, heavy dress and a cloak, all bronze and gold and deep red

she stands there for a long time, because she loves a human 

and she wants him to have light 

but another man climbs to the heavens 

and chains her there, so she cannot leave.

I feel kinship with her bondage and longing 

and the sight of her despair sends me into hysterics. 

My cries disturb the other patrons. 

Author's Note

sometimes, I sit down to write something really straightforward and it comes out like this. this is all true though, I keep having this weirdly vivid dreams, I left out the R-rated one though, but you get the picture
I might add to this later, and work on the punctuation
I know that last stanza is a lot longer than the others, but there is still more I remember but can't really put into words right now. It was a really bad dream.

Reviews

[Zakari Schmidt]

Roars of acceptance...I wish I would have read this sooner. Such imagery leaves me captivated

[Lily]

The last image is my favourite, the picture painted of this somewhat mystical woman, doomed to her torturous post in unrequited love. I find it reminiscent of the abstract tales the Romans/Greeks had for their gods.

[B-poet]

An interesting adaptation of sufferance in disguise as turbulent emotional bondage that has fallen to the waist side of uncaring patrons. Nice work. A vivid tale of startling dreams. :)

[Sami Khalil]

"We are watching a movie, it is supposed to be romantic and sweet.
There is a woman who stands among the clouds, holding a lantern, the sun.
Her skin is pale as the surface of the moon and her head is wreathed with flaxen hair
she wears a long, heavy dress and a cloak, all bronze and gold and deep red
she stands there for a long time, because she loves a human and she wants him to have light "

Powerfully descriptive and cinematic. Bravo......

[Alexis]

wow...that was amazing great description