between seasons

It's true.

dreaming in riddles

I had a vivid and peculiar dream the other night. I've consulted my dream books but I'm still trying to figure it all out.... poetry resulted.

dream for my brother

They were coming for you
a They we only knew to run from
I never asked what you had done
never questioned that I would aid you

I gave you a car to go from us faster
a car that was never mine to give
it was the colour of courage
I gave you the colour of strength

when you veered off the highway
the car you drove was white
the colour of beginning, or of death
wedged into a crack in the earth

I crawled through the wreckage
crumpled at both ends like paper
gathering up your abandoned keys
fat bunches of keys to everything

brother, where are you running to?
do you know what you left behind?
your gods cannot love you as I do
so follow them, but take your keys

Dream Meanings - Keys
Colours in Dreams

Origins

At last! This is the origin of the title of my blog: a brooch by jeweller Barbara Heath. I saw an exhibition of her work years ago, but couldn't remember her name, only the scintillating name of one of her works. In recent times I have been trawling local libraries for books on jewellery. I found an entire book on her work and this was one of the featured pieces.

Now that I know where the phrase 'aid for the hopelessly inarticulate' came from, I am left wondering if I should do something about it? I feel relieved to be able to acknowledge a source of inspiration. However I am not sure if, in her place, I would be flattered or bothered if someone borrowed the name of something I created, to use for themselves.