She Dreams of Atlantis
Poetry inspired by an image I created
She dreams of Atlantis
bathed in shades of rainbow
so deep no living being has ever beheld them
She dreams of Atlantis
in which beings of ethereal beauty
lived lives beyond the ken of mortal man
She dreams of Atlantis
that floated on clouds
drifting across a sun-kissed sky
She dreams of Atlantis
before it plummeted to its watery death
beneath the roiling waves of the ocean
She dreams of Atlantis
As she knew and loved it
Once upon a long ago forgotten life
She dreams of home
This poem came to me as I was creating images of Atlantis on Midjourney. I didn’t initially envision this piece as poetry, but as I edited it, this is the form it eventually took. I suspect my delving back into Mary Oliver’s poems had something to do with that!
Tomorrow, a longer story on the true reason Atlantis sank to the bottom of the ocean will publish with a series of images embedded within the story. I’d love to hear what you think of both of these image-inspired pieces.
I love the ending. She dreams of home. It took my imagination away. What is home? A place? A thought? A feeling? Home to me means being somewhere soft and warm. I dream of home 💕
Great poem! It does feel very dreamy and ethereal.
Mary Oliver is such pleasure to read. I lover her collection, "Owls and Other Fantasies". She has an essay in there about an injured seagull that kills me every time I read it.