Last night, I dreamt I was a jigsaw puzzle – a background of deep, midnight blue, sprinkled with golden stars. Someone came along and broke me apart, my round edges curling up as they separated.
Thin fingers pierced the middle of each cardboard edge with green metal hooks, the kind used to hang Christmas bulbs. Each piece of me was then threaded and hung from the ceiling.
Soon, I found myself twisting and turning upon the whims of the air current – 500 paper flares, now a floating constellation.
Maranda Russell 
12 responses to “Prose poetry – Jigsaw Puzzle”
Great to see you back! How are you doing?
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Been struggling a lot. Even though I had covid back in August, I’ve never gotten back to normal yet. Also still struggling with chronic migraines. All of that makes the depression a lot worse and definitely has affected my motivation. I’m trying to ease back into doing stuff, but it’s been a rough ride. How have you been?
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I’m so sorry that you’re struggling dear friend. I hope you can find a way to get back to complete health. Migraines are so debilitating.
I’m good, thanks
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THAT has got to be the most unusual dream I’ve heard of. O_O
Hope you’re feeling better soon. 🙂
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LOL, I’m an oddball. I’m sure a bit part of it is that I’ve been doing a lot of jigsaw puzzles during my waking hours lately. It’s a favorite way of mine to relax.
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Nice oddballs are fun though. 😀
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Aw, thanks so much for the reblog!!!
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…wow…
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Thanks!
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Maranda, your creativity in expressing your words makes for a welcome read. Hang in there and know many are thinking of you.
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Thank you 🙂
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