Dreams, arms tight, warm fleshy blankets against life’s bitter chill, security of maternal embrace, waking, acrid taint of fire & steel’s bitter winter kiss #2bittues
Silent she sat before the torrent of his righteous anger. Yet in a distant sun lit bloom garlanded meadow danced her heart.
Unruly sun, morning kissed and shattered love shroud dream wrapped musing, she woke and watched the man she hated still asleep
Ice viced embrace frosted breath breeze bent candle pen poised to excise this dark shrouded manifestation spawned from Dream’s dark febrile recess #2bittues
The gentle silent touch of his fingers in passing a thunder in the quiet waters of her heart
Sun-kissed field of flowers, her face framed in petals, fragrant touch of lips, thunderous beat of heart, my focus, her #SunWIP
Dark the room, single candle flickered.
‘Twas not a room, but serves to call it such.
No walls or ceiling floor or door,
Candle hung suspended,
Projecting lines, like light, that did not shine,
Strung like webs that snared and caught
Imagination in its tensile thread.
At its centre, suspended, something monstrous,
Dark, consumed by ill-intent.
In the forest glade raced the Fae,
Questing, searching for the scent:
Stray words skittered shy of sun,
Searching also, seeking, hot pursuit,
For the way, the split, the wrinkle,
Furtive furrow, folded, in time and space,
Through which dreams seeped,
Interstitial pore, to stain the present,
In and out, potentiate, from and to
Places, Dark and Light, variegated intent,
Wherein dreams may beget
Brightest Joy, or Deepest Dark, Despair.
Treacle words, twisted and turned,
Tainted by darkest dream and ill intent,
Maladroit, malformed, twisted light strung Dark,
To the distant screech of night time terror.
Rodent wracked, sweat soaked chills,
Shroud sheet wrapped, he woke,
Frantic flutter, dark in light,
Imaginations kaleidoscopic medley,
Words branded into verse.
Dream faded into day,
Faint fair skinned hands reaching,
Faded as Dark infused, the Poet’s day began.