I Shall Dream You and Write You a World

I woke up dream-drunk… my skull full of worlds with walls made of words and wants that demand to be written into a tale. Between my eyelids and sleep, I watched two slick shadow-clad bodies frolicking in a pond that was mostly mud.

Still half-asleep, I reached for a notepad I keep next to my bed, and scribbled the first three lines of this post. I didn’t want to forget the dance… or the mud. And I didn’t. The dream was in my mind as I watered my plants, as I waited for the sun to kiss my grin, as I sipped my passion fruit tea, as I typed these words, thinking, Don’t worry, my muddy sweets, I shall dream you and write you a world. Soon…

Speaking of dreams, writing and other things I love, my passiflora is budding…

my passion-
flower dreams summer
in my hand

…my mango plant, which is proudly bushy, is sprouting new color…

…and this morning, my bean plant woke up flowering.

The world isn’t perfect, my Wicked Luvs. Most of the time, it isn’t even happy. But… if we take a deeper look, if we dare to dream wild dreams, we might just find one thing (or thirteen) that makes us smile (delightfully wicked) for a while.

Skulls of Mint in Bloom

The piece below is a wild dance between a handful of Nature’s blooms and a stream of consciousness spell. It began to blossom in my mind, while I was delighting in some of the flowers I photographed this summer (all the pictures were taken by me… except the pennyroyal, which is the work of @luv_2_plant, an Instagram friend). This one was crafted out of comments from friends, out of the music playing while I wrote it, out of the promise of autumn, out of shapes and scents and words wanting to be born.

“Skulls of Mint in Bloom”

In summer, the night in a hat
gave her a horny crown.

The Green Man smiled…
thinking of Moonflowers
opening for him.

Lily—bright and wilted
before the fall—wondered not
about the Green Man’s touch.

He will love me, she thought,
or he will love me not…

Only Daisy knows these deep,
deep things. And she’s open

wide to all, like her sister
in petal and pink. She wants
every kiss and every caress,

before licking and swallowing
Pennyroyal, looking for death
in skulls of mint. She finds zilch,

for life tends to tendril
unpredictably wild, like Passion-

flowers in bloom.

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the wee notes…
– The first stanza came from comments made by my friends, Nina and Laura, about a passionflower bud I posted on Facebook. The seventh stanza leaked into my mind because Nirvana’s “Pennyroyal Tea” was playing while I was writing—Pennyroyal oil can cause abortion, hence the lines “I sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea / Distill the life that’s inside of me” in the Nirvana song.
– In many witchy traditions, the Green Man represents a male (and wildly spirited) side of Nature.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Tuesday Platform.

1. PassifloraPassionflower bud

2. MoonflowerMoonflower

3. LilyLily

4. White DaisyDaisy

5. ConeflowerConeflower

6. PennyroyalPennyroyal

7. PassifloraPassion flower