Storytelling

The New Novel

Winslow Homer 1877

Storytelling

She always was a different kind of child

who thought and schemed and dreamed her days away

while telling secret stories in her head,

always despised dull colouring books;

refused to stay between restricting  lines.

Never was a matching-shoes

-and- handbag kind of girl, or felt the need

 to be a bride, dressed head-to- toe in white,

passed across from one man to another.

She won’t do fashion, can’t abide the hype;

hates wasting words with others in small talk,

would never tow a line, act like a sheep,

and really needs to spend some days alone.

Last night she found her soulmate with her in

a dream and took him with her on a walk,

they recognised each other’s hearts and held each other’s  hands.  

A dream so joyful just because it felt so right,

she knew she dreamed him, did he also dream her there?

 

Cait O’Connor