Dali’s Last Dream

By on Sep 12, 2011 in Poetry

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By the signposts of the mind
he reclines in the cradles of melted watches,
a strand of moist pink gum
winding between the liquid mirrors
of convoluted canyons
sweetness faded to wash line grey.

A cold wolf howls at the blackened moon,
below, the naked bones of whitewashed beeches
stretch their brittle limbs, claws bared
to rake the sky, bleeding harmonic dissonance
through the ruptured hearts of buffo toads
floating, face down, in limpid pools
of marginal realities.

 

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Hillary Bartholomew is the pen name of a 20-year-old semi-retired teacher of English as a Second Language in the Dade County School System. She also works part-time as a waitress. A widely published poet, she enjoys traveling, archaeology, Indian and Egyptian mythology and her pet bulldog. She has two daughters. Her sun sign is Aries.