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I
Thought You'd Like to Know
by
Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
A paper plane flew
in
Heavy with your lost dreams
Its wings a little torn.
It landed on my heart
Fluttering like a dove
Demanding
attention.
I extracted the dreams
One by one with tweezers
From its poor martyred frame
Placing each on
my bed
Where they breathed in my scent
Getting a little drunk
They started a riot
With my very own dreams
(Just
because it was spring)
The plane, I straightened up
Mending the paper wings.
It won't fly any more.
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I wrote
you a poem
On it, around its tears
But kept it in a book:
It did not want to go
(It had really wished
To
be only a leaf).
Now I am sending you back
Our dreams' new-born litter,
Floating on a blue kite
May they
lighten your nights
And unburden your days
Until the end of years.
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Bio: Nathalie Boisard-Beudin is working
by day for the European Space Agency while furiously scribbling by night, with stories published in the multi-national anthology
"Wonderful World of Worders" (Guildhall-Press), in Sand Magazine (Spring 2009) and in Six Sentences, Crime
and Suspense, MicroHorror, Qarrtsiluni, Membra Disjecta, The Battered Suitcase, and Form Reborn.
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Comments
From
Marjorie: Beautiful! I love the idea of the dreams rioting together.
From
Nancy: Wow, this is really terrific! Nathalie, if you are ever feeling three-lines-only-ish can I tempt
you to participate at Haiku Bones? I love your work.
From Andy: Wonderful images here, I love the
way you extracted the dreams and how they started a riot.
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