Cocteau’s Dream – John Davis Pilkey
Spring 2001, vol. 5, no. 1
Deep within a forest’s shady side,
The secret of my magic stays the same—
The glove, the key, the mirror, horse to ride
And cold Diana’s diamond-hearted flame.
I tend my roses elegant enough
Beneath a sun that visits me by day
But still my bestial flesh and coat is rough
And visitors who watch me never stay.
Enchantment rings their dinner hour at seven
With hands that reach and candlewicks that smoke;
But when I’d speak the words that promise heaven,
Their eyes avoid mine and spirits choke.
Listen, now, and hear this silver chime
And watch the fog roll in from evening’s breath,
Enjoy the spell of everpresent rhyme
But understand how Beast adheres to death.
The blessing that I seek eludes me still
Through cold enchantment’s merciless oppression;
And so I must remain the Beast until
A gentle lady breaks it with confession.
Deep within a forest’s shady side
The secret of my magic stays the same
And deep within my bestial coat I hide
A mystery of future’s hidden flame.