I Still Dream of Wee Willie
Wee Willie stomped
the ground in his pen
I dashed to see what was going on
my mother reached to hold me back
I eluded her easily
Wee Willie reared on his hind legs
was all the glimpse I got
before my mother’s shawl
covered my head
the rose patterned shawl
was the one she used
to cover her crystal ball
the future was to be veiled at all times
so she told her customers
only the hand of spirit
and $10 could move it
but in that glimpse I saw
what she was afraid I’d see
was not my future
but Wee Willie pawing the air
with lumbering legs
as he teetered toward Daisy Blue
I pushed the shawl away
I had to see if they were fighting
then I saw for the first time
Wee Willie erect
his elephant cock in gory glory
it was huge enormous
bigger even than that of Herculo
the muscle man
Wee Willie clambered
onto the back of Daisy Blue
she was docile big ears flickered
as she moved her head side to side
his humungous cock got bigger harder
his weight upon her back
I woke in our trailer
my shoulders ached
under the weight of my dreams
One of my favourite shows as a child was Circus Boy. The show centred on Toby Tyler and the child actor was cute and even wore his hair like mine at the time. His character was based on a book Toby Tyler which I read & reread longing of that adventure. ‘I Dream’ is my fantasy based on that longing.
This is one of four or five pieces in which I explore being a child growing up in a circus. I’m did world building as I went along and initially it was also a poem of discovery even for me as characters became clearer.
The name Wee Willie came to me first and the scene of the agitated, aroused elephant quickly followed. I needed action to get the ball rolling. Mother as fortune teller is a bit of a cliche but I needed the shawl, trapeze artists didn’t usually wear their capes when working around the grounds. The hiding with the shawl is also a way to indicate the age of my hero. If he were in his teens I don’t think the mother would have bothered.
I also like the way I veil the eyes of the reader with it so that they don’t see what is going on until my hero sees it. I also tried to create a sense of real emotional connection between my hero and Wee Willie so the reader could feel his concern. Daisy Blue is another of those names that came easily.
Then the ‘big’ reveal.
We do enter the realm of truth here – I have seen, thanks to TV of course – an elephant’s erection: impressive but not pretty. The mention of Herculo is to give my hero a sense of the reality of living in a circus where things are seen as a part of what is around as opposed to as objects of desire.
The faint leads into the real nature of this memory, of how things we see as children work into our subconscious in unexpected way, that they can reveal to us what we may not even have a name for but feel the weight of all the same.
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