dreaming – Page 12

October 27, 2024June 14, 2026

Beyond the Screaming Arch

Just one slip into unconsciousness.
Beyond a screaming archway drowned in ocean water,
Razor-sharp thorns pierce the skin and draw the blood.

Black blood drifts from the wounds like storm clouds in salt water.
Serpentine tentacles grip, tug, and constrict,
Dragging the world down into the darkest shadows of sleep,
Ito the realm of desolation and despair,
Doom absolute, engulfed by the blue-green deep.

Here we sleep,
Floating,
Lifeless,
Motionless.
Struggle is over.
Everything here is silent,
Cold,
And still.

Yet the stars above continue to shine
Upon that false calm surface.

October 26, 2024November 5, 2024

The Clockwork Boy

There was a clockwork boy, with a clockwork heart,
He tried to be like the other kids,
But he felt different from the start.
They would run and play together and seemed to be as one,
But the clockwork boy could not join in,
For he felt sad and that was not much fun.
He’d wear a different mask each day to trick his clockwork brain,
But his clockwork heart was broken,
And he soon felt sad again.
He met a girl with a golden key, that she used to wind his heart,
And the boy never wore a mask again,
For she was clockwork just like him, and they would never part.

I thought I'd try my hand at a poem for younger people, I grew up with the poems of the late Doug Macleod, whom I got to know in later life.  This was inspired by his book  In the Garden of Bad Things, the very first poetry book I ever owned as a small boy. I like the rythm and the fun of this type of simple poetry, and while I'm doing my best to develop my writing on this site,  I think I'd like to explore this area further.