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.)