She chuckles as she walks her pain

[robinturner]

Damn, I wrote a poem in a dream, but I can only remember the last two lines:

She chuckles as she walks her pain
Out through the blackly falling rain.

All I can remember of the rest was that it didn't have the same rhyme pattern (it was vaguely sonnetty) and it involved some kind of betrayal and a misdiagnosis.

Comments

[several-bees.livejournal.com]

Whenever I write anything in a dream, I either forget it entirely or wake up to realise that the epic poem my sleeping brain was really pleased with was actually a poorly-scanning limerick about how there once was an inflatable banana who used to read Joseph Campbell in the sauna.

[solri.livejournal.com]

Are you Australian by any chance?

[several-bees.livejournal.com]

Well, er, yes. If that's cunningly deduced from banana/sauna, it's coincidence; they don't rhyme in my accent. My dream-poems rhyme about as well as they scan. If it's deduced from inflatable bananas or Joseph Campbell somehow, I'm impressed and slightly unnerved.