Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Spring Dream” by Melinda Coppola. Coppola has been a writer in some form for four and a half decades. Her work has been published in several magazines, books, and periodicals including: Harpur Palate, Kaleidoscope, The Autism Perspective, Spirit First, Chicken Soup for the Soul, Welcome Home, and Celebrations. She is also an artist, Yoga teacher, Reiki Master, singer, cook, and beach stone collector who enjoys infusing her work of heart with her voice as a poet.
present it delicately, expectantly,
like a very fragile gift.
Outside the snow,
blanketing, blanketing, and I form the words
thank you and yes indeed and
it won't be long now but
what comes out instead surprises
both of us, and even the calendar
seems to tremble in my hands as some voice,
perhaps mine, rasps If there's a crocus to be found under
all of that we'd surely hear it screaming
and then there is screaming,
and the calendar turns to ice in my lap, and
the blankets turn to snow
and in one moment all my cells become botanical
and I shrink, draw in, and then
the frozen earth below me yields
and I push off against a tree root
and, reaching through the white blankets
I rise triumphant, wake to see your face
beside me on the pillow, oblivious
to the arrival of spring.
Poet's notes: My poems often spring from visuals that flash through my mind. Sometimes they look like those early, silent movies, with choppy scenes and odd sequencing. Other times they come as a collage of images. The inspiration for “Spring Dream” was a hybrid, a movie in my subconscious and a scattering of backlit images behind my closed eyelids. It all arrived at dawn on the weary side of winter when we New Englanders are starved for any sign of spring.
Editor’s Note: I enjoy the dream logic in this one. The transformation of the speaker into the crocus is evocative of Ovid. The touch of a love poem at the end is moving.