Word of the Day Challenge: Dream
I used to dream about
airplanes flying sideways
and falling through the clouds.
I used to dream about
locked doors, cold rooms
the smell of flowers a new dress folded in my arms.
I used to dream about
trying to wake up
I used to dream about
trying to open my eyes
until the slumbering bones around me
dreamt me back to sleep.
I chose this for Flashback Friday because it’s Pre- Coronavirus but it was part of a writing Project I was working on called ” The Red Death .” based on Poe’s Masque of The Red Death.
Today seems like a good day to bring it out.
Here it goes:
If I were asked
to chose the music for a Ball
where Death and Terror
held sway over all
I would dig up a band
from unmarked graves
and I set them up
on a decrepit old stage
I would ask them to sing
loudly
and slightly off key
so that no one outside the ball room
would notice the screams.
Her name is Amelia and she hangs upon my wall
trapped in a frame
from a five and ten cent store.
Her eyes are flat and cold
her cheeks are pale and slack
Her jaw is wired shut
there are metal hands upon her back.
The bow on top her head
has been tied with love and care
and someone long ago
curled her long brown hair.
Her dress was to big and her shoes didn’t fit
and every time
she saw them hanging in her closet
she closed her eyes and said;
” Ma, I’m just dying to wear this dress. ”
Before winter hit, she did.
I wanted to craft a story
with ink, with needles with thread
I wanted to craft a story about
monsters and graveyards and the living dead.
I wanted to carve a story on bone, on stone on the insides of
my eyelids
I wanted to write a story
but the words
are staying out of my head.
The cowards.
