my name was desert.
Only spiky cacti grew in my barren landscape.
Today I’m dank, dark earth, with the promise
of tulips in a myriad of colours.
Sometimes in my nightmares
I’m the white faced clown
with bleeding eyes.
In my dreams
I’m the girl on the flying trapeze.
Susan Jane Sims
From Irene's Daughter, Poetry Space Ltd 2010
With thanks to Susan G Wooldridge for the above writing idea from Poem Crazy: freeing your life with words. Three Rivers Press 1996
I came across Poem Crazy about five years ago. It is inspirational.