Fragments of black and white
float through my dreams
erasing color until my eyes
are an empty house of blue.
On a monochrome sea I beg
for moonlight, but the only
concession is flickers of gray.
In the distance I hear the insistent
notes of an alarm clock knife
the shroud I’m pillowed in.
Paralyzed, I beg the sun to free me
from Melinoe’s shape-shifting
carnival of ghosts dancing my fears
closer to madness.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
This was inspired by two challenges, the photo from The Sunday Muse, and the prompt at Real Toads.
For Real Toads I chose Get Listed With Grapeling, May 7, 2015 Words I chose from the list for the poem are: fragment, empty, house, sea, and knife. ( Melonie is the Greek goddess of ghosts/nightmares.)
You 'ink dreams' wondrously .....
ReplyDeleteSuch a seamless combination of prompts has resulted in a unique poem.
ReplyDeleteI know these kind of dreams all too well, or should I say nightmare? You have captured it in such an intense and beautiful way Susie. You bring a beautiful light to the dark some do not know how to speak of. Life can be so difficult it carries into our dreams at times. Amazing writing as always, and thank you for joining us over at the Muse!:-)
ReplyDeleteWow! The "carnival of ghosts dancing my fears" is wonderful! Loved this, Susie.
ReplyDeleteA perfect poem to slink toward October thinking on. :)
ReplyDeleteMy dreams are often dark... and being saved by daylight from the grey is one image that I will remember.
ReplyDeleteespecially the 2nd stanza, but all of it ~
ReplyDeleteI am quite familiar with dark dreams. This is wonderful, Susie!
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly penned, Susie 💜 Especially like: "On a monochrome sea I beg
ReplyDeletefor moonlight, but the only concession is flickers of gray."
Too often, many of us beg the sun to free us from the darkness. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write, Susie, like the monochrome sea . . a lot . . :)
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