-No White Horses-

[Leash]

a slow thought
brought
to a standstill
as i shift and warp..
brain switching too quick
to keep up
i slip
a dreamscape unfolds
dark edges
and fields that end
too quickly.
strong colours - lush grass
against corpses
of orange
tan
gray.
no blood.

i walk.
emotionless.. uncaring,
i push.
forward
through this strangely lit tunnel
i burrow.

skeletons hug thighs,
old, ancient bones
hanging from corpses
-fresh-?
i freeze
as the scene
BURSTS to life horses gallop and trample..
bones now proper, pushing muscle
through this twilight landscape..
night mares tear through the wind.
edges tremble.
terror soaks damp skin
as the
pained crunch
of a broken neck in a dream-fall
hits

corners fold
and i
slip
unmoving and alive
back
to the world
of the wake.


there were no white horses.


_____
Based on a dream I had a few months ago.. Cant get it out of my head.

[Graveyard Goddess]

Leash i love this poem. its got great rhythm and
it beautiful....the images you portray are like horrifying and beautiful. thanks for posting! keep them coming please:)

[Leash]

Thank you. Im happy I could share the mood/environment that I experienced with you.

This is actually the first poem ive written in probably half a year.. Hopefully they start spilling out of me more often now. /wink

[lanaia74]

Very original and creative and very well done!