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. In the autumn, she will begin her study of English Literature at Oxford University. She has previously been published in Gigantic SequinsTeen Sequins feature.

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

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