APRIL 19 — Here is my poem #19 for National Poetry Writing Month, composed in response to a prompt on ReadWritePoem: write about “eclater,” a bursting or shining forth of insight. This poem is based on a dream I had and recorded.
I had never dreamed in color until
I dreamt of a bright white light
embracing all the colors — a white
weightless body which I cradled
in a doorway open to a vast tundra
of silent empty snow. I felt neither hot
nor cold. I held my mother in my arms
but was she alive or not? Was I?
No way to know for sure.
Only that shining, and just this eclat:
the certainty of waking out of white.
by Therese L. Broderick