Then there is this dream with its other bright edges
By THEthe Poetry Public Submissions
Published 12 February 2021
By Niina Pollari
Then there is this dream with its other bright edges,
a piece of paper spread over the flowering field,
thin as a reflection. You know what’s wound
tight there, wanting to undo.
Even when you don’t look, it is still there,
all brazen and sting, all blast-net of stars:
a single-walled room that is eating itself,
one big hole of hallway,
pale and crustacean. And inside it,
the milk-film bristles with light. Inside,
you keep filling with water,
and the water keeps filling with copies of you.
This poem is a public submission created for Red Room Poetry's THEthe Poetry project.