Dream: Bottle Tree

Last night I sat underneath my grandmother’s 

mimosa tree, its branches full 

of Milk of Magnesia bottles.

Their glass cast a blue dance

along the grass, clinking

in the wind. The old women

tied each bottle there to hold

a wish or a dream or a memory.

Sometimes, they would breathe

a spirit song into the glass 

before capping it. Either way,

all the branches swayed

heavy with stories. I didn’t have

to turn around to know

the kitchen door behind me

was open to the yard. Inside,

there was plenty flour,

egg wash, busy hands,

chicken parts, and a pressure cooker

heating on the stove. Even

in this dream, laughter glowed.


Jack B. Bedell

Jack B. Bedell (he/him) is Professor of English and Coordinator of Creative Writing at Southeastern Louisiana University where he also edits Louisiana Literature and directs the Louisiana Literature Press. Jack’s work has appeared in Barren, Pidgeonholes, The Shore, Okay Donkey, EcoTheo, HAD, and other journals. His latest collection is Color All Maps New(Mercer University Press, 2021). He served as Louisiana Poet Laureate 2017-2019. Email: jack.bedell@southeastern.edu Twitter: @jackbedell Instagram: @jackbbedell

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