Four Leafed Clover

Results of a project for IB english

Only in my sleep, can I dream of such extraordinary things

Peacocks and dogs

Ajoutha, alcohol, love

Paradise and rain

Heat but no pain

But to Ondaatje, these are all real

 

Where could this Ondaatje come from?

What was his background? What were his dreams?

How is it that his life is wilder than any thoughts in my sleep?

Has he just changed my view on fiction?

Is there really no true fiction but only wild reality?

Some kind of four-leafed clover

 

Where in the world can you burn up a bed?

Burn up the room

Throw out your bed so the road shares it too

Ondaatje answers that in Chapter number two

Cambridge, he says. Cambridge is the source of crazy

A sign of a four-leafed clover

 

 

 

Love and its rage and fun and its blaze

It’s happy and sad can all be a faze

Where rumours are true yet memories are false

Where engagements are made but more love cuts them off

And marriages of love just surely cannot last

Some myth like a four leafed clover

 

My dreams and reality can really not merge

At least not in my world

But yet Ondaatje has found the happy medium of his

And his world has been poured onto these pages

And his experiences plucked

Just like a four leafed clover

 

Author's Note

this is not my best or even close to it