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| "Oneironaut" by Johannah O'Donnell |
"Oneironaut" is the first poem in my first published full-length collection Lines of Flight, shortlisted for the Poets' Prize.
I have been an oneironaut my entire life. It is the bane of my existence.
Oneironaut
It’s said that ‘lucid dreaming’ tames
recurring nightmares. What the bleep –
it’s worth a try, like counting sheep.
And as I gave my monsters names,
the unknown landscape backed off, blurred.
I soared across the Seven Seas,
flew past the rising Pleiades,
pulled into port and slept.
A word,
however, of advice: beware.
Though humdrum dreams may come to lull
the simmering inside your skull,
it’s merely a device. The bear,
the bug, bamboozled, may revive.
Sniff out the ruse. Eat you alive.
A Spoken Verse video of "Oneironaut" recited by Tom O'Bedlam is HERE.
Seven reviews of Lines of Flight are available in the navigation bar to the left.
Definition of an oneironaut.
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