I’ll get ‘round to sending you word
about this dream
I had again
about the house
that’s under renovation.
When it’s finished
I know you’ll love the surprise.
The bathroom’s to be
re-tiled.
The kitchen redone.
A loft floor inserted
in the roof.
With all the interconnected doors
there are so many
people moving in and
out of the rooms.
Builders, the people
we loved and lost,
a strange swaddled baby I
can’t keep from
shrinking and dissolving.
But the renovations,
I know you’ll love.
Find me in the
newly done-up
house.
09/10/2018
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This poem derives from a dream I had. The construction work on a house and the shrinking, dissolving baby are both recurring dream motifs, though they don’t usually feature together. On this occasion they did.
This poem is from Jangle between Jangle, a collection of verse written while jangling to-and-fro across London during the commute.
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