Varvara dreams

In blogopera on May 21, 2011 at 8:51 pm

When Varvara dreamed,

it was

of being a lawyer, a doctor, a clown

a swimmer, a dentist, a coach

a mother of twins, the wife of a man who hadn’t been heard from for years

the child of a mother who sewed her own clothes

a gardener, a farmer, a fisherman

still in her thirties, alive in her sixties, dead at ninety five

hair of red or chocolate or charcoal and natural streaks of grey

dressed in silks woven with gold and patterned with gingko trees

shadowed by cats, adored by dogs, covered in talking birds

a vet to exotics, petted by Kings, a maid-in-waiting to Queens

fluent in French, widely read, but never dismissive of soaps

tall and long, finely tuned, a feted tennis double

heard to laugh more than she sighed, never heard to cry

When Varvara dreamed,

it was

of being

anything but Varvara.

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