Dream of St. Ursula She has the perfect room Even without the angel The green and red walls A myrtle tree and geraniums The large bed empty except for her small sleeping body The angel has come to announce her purity And later 10,0000 virgins will follow her to death But she doesn’t know this yet She enjoys the empty bed The lovely room The sunlight streams in behind the angel The angel leans forward Her palm upraised Her wings a shadow behind her St. Ursula does not wake and only dreams of the angel’s presence This is the room of my dreams I blaspheme and cut the picture right out of the art book And put the picture in another book Hidden as though it were the Kama Sutra And it was only today that I remembered As a child I dreamt of purity Of a large bed that was my own To wake, to lie awake, to sleep, to read A beautiful room with plants Silent with books And dark corners Forty years have passed Today I remembered St Ursula And bought a myrtle tree Melanie DuBose Melanie DuBose is a writer and filmmaker from Los Angeles. A graduate of the UCLA film school, she is an Activate Arts LA Fellow and works towards equity in arts education. She has won a number of odd awards including one from the National Weather Association.
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