The Ghost and The Devil

She often thought upon the end of things
The lake of fishes floating
Swollen frogs belly up
Like her world, her long mourned world

She dredged reedbeds seeking 
Skulls and feathers and
When she found them,
Made jewellery for the trees

Discovering wasp galls 
She pricked them into faces 
With eyes and teeth
Hundreds sat around her

Each night as the
Swamp fires bloomed
The devil watched 
Until pity pricked him

There at her side 
Saying 'is this it?
Cries of a curlew lost
And the bubbling water?

At least in hell there's company.
There, when we freeze we dance 
And when we burn, plunge into liquor, 
Our voices roar! 

A crowd of demons is still a crowd,
At least we are together.
What is the point of this 
Your wasteland heaven?

So silent with no dream 
Of passion or desire,
Nothing save emptiness 
The lying ignis fatuus you call peace.'

She leant against him, 
In that moment many things 
He was but not 
The Lord of Hell.

Her answer; 'if you are here
At the wane of sun and moon
And the movement of starlit creatures,
Show me my need, or anything I lack.'

He vanished with an unnamed wound
But visited her often from then on 
And sometimes danced with her in the thin light
Where all grew still except their new born music

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It's too early to make decisions about punctuation. I prefer the speaking mind to add its own, but will think on this later.

Rainbow Jello

Strange dream, a follow on from another possibly earlier this night, in which I was with a whole bunch of people, and a nice looking asian lady kept stealing my rainbow jello.

It may not have been jello, but it was definitely some kind of gel-like cream, and it was rainbow coloured. In this earlier dream that might not have happened, I left it on the side and came back to find her scooping it out without having asked me. She laughed so charmingly I had felt too embarrassed to mention it. But now, in the dream proper I returned from somewhere to find her doing it again, and more than half the pot was empty! She saw my expression and dashed away before I could say anything. I addressed the whole group, even though I could hear her crying in another room as I exposed the theft. Everyone heard me and accepted what I was saying though they took it all too lightly for my liking. They moved the situation on quickly and I followed suit. I woke wondering if I had been churlish.

I'll be keeping a note of dreams that turn up these days, because my radiotherapy began yesterday, and I can feel myself rebelling at it. It didn't hurt, there was nothing more than a very soft regular pulsing against my skin. I asked if this was normal, they said it was. The machines are loud and at least one makes noises that sounds like growls containing a repetitive ha-ha-ha! I didn't like any of it and kept my eyes closed. Then came yet more instructions about showers rather than baths (unless the baths are tepid. Who wants a tepid bath?) and being careful about anything on my skin.

I am now covered with smeared red pen marks. They gave me steroid cream and some moisturiser to put on for what seems like forever. What I really need is my rainbow jello but a dream thief nicked it.