In my dream vision
(which is like Dürer’s except with less water)
There is the same feeling of columns.
The sky staggers on the hill –
The shape of a stomach
Is gestated in the clouds.
The snow is thick for days –
Rooftops in the distance
Look like heavy eyelids
Drooping.
Inside my room
The light won’t move,
The air curdles.
I would like to steal from you
A portion of your blue,
For a wave, or the good shock
Of a bluebell.

 

 

Lucie Richter-Mahr is a 19-year-old poet currently living in Edinburgh. She has previously been published in Gigantic SequinsTeen Sequins feature.

Image: Dream Vision by Albrecht Dürer, watercolour on paper, 1525

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