Wednesday, 3 April 2019

Sleepers by Chris Hemingway

This is how dreams appear.
Figures, dragged across a storyboard,
then left to fade.

Unrecognised, they stretch
and seize their spaces.
As darker, fuller,
outlines huddle,
in fear of movement.

This is how dreams emerge.
Trusting in sketches and shadows,
debated in columns and corridors.

In the shrinking middle ground
between narcolepsy and insomnia.

Response to “Studies of a Sleeping Apostle and Other Figures” (Buonarotti, Michelangelo)


Chris Hemingway is a poet and songwriter from Cheltenham.  His first pamphlet “Party in the Diaryhouse” was published by Picaroon Poetry in 2018, and he has previously self-published two collections, “The Future” and “Cigarettes and Daffodils”.

He helps run Gloucestershire Writers Network, Cheltenham Poetry Festival and the “Squiffy Gnu” poetry prompt blog.  You can find out more about Chris by visiting his personal website just here.

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