she dreams of serengeti
in the folds of her winter gown
where kings and queens cross winds in fertile bliss
parading in raffia robes and organic crown
she nests in the blue of its iris
as amber breath climbs the limbs of every tree,
her eyes rest upon the naked scars of the acacia
to her, a most treasured filigree
with cautious lips, she grazes the constellations
of its time
tracing the curve of its every year
each line fortelling of a resilience
of an unchained wildness to persevere
treading within its thrumming abyss
the fragrance of time stands still
as she drinks of that it holds hidden
in slow doses it does reveal
as copper kisses the horizon
she falls into its lean
the roar of the forest then
claims the beast in she
she dreams of serengeti
in the folds of her winter gown
as the roar of the forest then
stirs eyes awake anext her waiting crown
Treading The Abyss - Mimi Page
This piece came to me in a dream. I shared a bit of it on Twitter but wanted to expand it to the depth of how it unfolded in my dream. I don’t dream often, but when I do, I get magicial visions such as this. I’ve never visited Africa but I’ve watched countless documentaries as well as pictures that reveal the beautifully wild, unchained landscape that is the Serengeti. Perhaps this was a sign that one day I shall be given the opportunity to do so. Thank you for reading.
