Dream of Reality

• Artist: Jolene023
• Description: This is a poem inspired by the many fantasy novels I have read and reflections on life. We spend our childhood dreaming of growing up, and our declining years dreaming of our youth.
  
  I would ask my readers to answer the 3 questions at the end of the poem-I am interested in your responses!
• Date: 02/26/2009
• Tags: dream reality fantasy

An old lady sits by the fire
Balls of wool lie in her lap
Her needles click and tick
As she sits
As she knits
As the fire burns down low
Crinkly her eyes do stare
Her swollen joints do creak
Her white hair glows red
In the fire's light
Her eyes do sparkle with delight

She is a maiden fair
Young, proud, and strong
A sword she wields
Her red-brown hair
Flies in the wind
As she rides a cream-white pony
A sugar-cream pony
A frost-white pony
Beneath the starry sky
The deeds she's done
The quests she's won
Would drive a minstrel mad
No credit does she claim
No reward does she name
For the answers to others' pleas

So past or present
Which is which?
The maiden of the red-brown hair
The woman with the crinkly stare
Which is the Dream?
Which is Real?
And which would you rather be?