Poetry on the move: Parachuting With Virginia Woolf

As I lay my body to sleep
I see Morpheus peeking
Behind my eyes’ lids

Morpheus, where are we
Travelling tonight?
Do we have a date
Or a lesson to satisfy?

As I look around
I see
a very sophisticated
Lady sitting near me

Her milky white neck
Adorned in pearl beads
Feathers in a hat made out of wheat
Wearing very elegant gown
She has an air of literary one

Very soon I realize
We are in a space ship
Moving through a galaxy

A wise lady asks me:
- Are you going to go
Parachuting with me?

I look through the window
The fear creeps in
But when I look at
My companion
My confidence grows in
She is knowledgeable
And literary one
- Sure, I will go parachuting with thee

We jump off the ship
And into the space
Falling and falling
Until we reach foggy mid air

Suddenly I realize
We are millions of years
Away from Home and Earth
In M81 Universe

I must return home now
Sleep from my eyes
I sweep
Morpheus quickly whispers
Into my left ear
That was
Virginia Woolf...

I looked her up that afternoon
And found out
We both share the same day and month
Of doorway and gateway into the Milky Way
The Alpha and the Omega

How do you explain this
Morpheus?

That day I told my friend
I went skydiving with Virginia Woolf
But he corrected me
No, you went skydiving with your Higher Self

Marianna Maliszewska, May 20th 2021

“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”
― Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts
My Blue Library with the theme – Tedy Bears in competition with Buddha

“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.” 
― Virginia Woolf

This poem was inspired by a dream I had many, many, many moons ago. I went parachuting with Virginia Woolf. When I saw her in a dream, I felt so confident and brave. We were flying in a space ship and I would normally feel uneasy at a thought of jumping off the ship and falling into space, which felt like a symbol of eternity to me. It would take me millions of years to reach the earth, because while I was in that space, I realized I was in some foreign galaxy and not anywhere close to Earth. When I woke up, the name in my mind showed up: Virginia Woolf. I don't have any particular attachment to her as a writer. I have looked up her biography after the dream and found out, that we share the date and month in our biography. I was born on March 28th and she died on March 28th. I had chills when I saw that piece of information and until this day, this dream had stayed with me.

Published by Marianna Maliszewska

“I cannot live without love. Love is at the root of my being.”― Anaïs Nin.

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