my neck today as they always do,
like a beautiful necklace.
Across the cluttered desks and
rooms they swam like stars.
In my dreams I was walking across
Cornwall with Daphne Du Maurier,
talking about how she thought up
the story of Rebecca
and all the while the waves crashed,
against the Cornish cliffs~
that rose majestically,
out of a
frothy ocean.
After the struggle with the wind
we returned to her house
( which in my daydream looked amazingly like Manderley.)
Softly,
she opened her mail
and asked me if I would like some tea
with honey.
I of course,
said yes.
Then, someone needed looking after
and I came back to earth.
The sick,
are always with us.
DDM! :) I would love to have met her but she died the year I was born :( She was quite an old lady and not herself for the last few years of her life.
ReplyDeleteFunny you should post this. I've done a lot of reading about 'Rebecca' for my dissertation, and so I know quite a bit about where her inspiration stemmed from.
I like your dreams very much, treasure :)
AML
Kess
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Ooh!
ReplyDeleteNow you must tell!
I watched a programme once that said DDM was confused about her sexuality all of her life.
She said she felt like a boy trapped in a girls body.
I also think she was infatuated with a Hollywood film star called Gertrude Lawerence.
I think.
No matter, she wrote Rebecca, tis enough for me.
AML
Anna
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