Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Exploration #44/part 3 (July 2012)

Seven Gothic Tales


I. A riot of colours

His hair was a shock of violet
decked in an indigo-coloured shirt
his veins were blue and coarse

He was lying motionless on the green grass
foaming with yellow
against the orange sky

red was everywhere

The forest ahead was
turning black with darkness
and the pure white doves- they flew away

(away, away, away)

II. She

She woke up to the sound of silence
sunlight was peeping through the stained-glass windows
the pile of dust rose from the dead and twirled towards light
but her eyes remained tightly shut.
  
She woke up to the sound of hunger
the searing heat burning her skin
the pile of dust twirled and scattered with great force
but still her eyes remained tightly shut.

She woke up to the sound of the owls and crickets
the cool moonbeams kissing her pale face
the pile of dust began to settle down and rest
and her eyes that remained tightly shut

began to open...

III. Sleepwalking

I saw him only once
his silhouette against
the silver moon

He was on the plains ahead
sitting on top of a horse
wielding and waving his sword

towards me

(Come, he gestured)

I started walking forward
and forward
there was a desire I could not resist
and so I ran

(Run to me, he gestured)

With a loud crack I was jolted awake
only to find myself
stepping on a pile of bones and a sword

dripping red
with confusion.

IV. Dreams of the walking dead

They were walking
across graves
to the towns
into the shops and houses

They felt no sadness
no blinding anger
much less happiness;
only hunger

Occasionally
they would close their eyes
and dream of pain
and heartbeats

Nothing would satiate
their eternal hunger
more than the fulfilment
of truly living again.

V. Delusions

She began to sing the lullaby
in a minor key and chuckled at her ingenuity
(He held her tighter in her arms)

She looked into the sockets
and smiled back sweetly
(he looked right back at her and gave a heartbreaking smile)
  
She kissed the bones to sleep
and said "Good night, good night"
("good night", he said)

"I'm with you always"
(and his silence meant consent)

VI. Apparitions

Vampires were dancing in the sun
they were glittering like diamonds

Monsters frolicked in the pool
they were big and proud

 White figures leaped in the air
they ran like the wind

And in a blink
the room was dark once more.

VII. The End

It was a bright and sunny day
the world was full of colours
left behind by the boy who a riot of colours

Today began
with another boy who was preparing
for the same end

at the far end of the rainbow that arched across the sky

He longed for the girl who would never again awake
a life cut short by a man on the horse against the silver moon

He was the dream of the dead: of pain and endless heartbeats
he was sick of the girl in that house who talked and kissed bones
and his apparitions became his only joy and sign of life

and so he watched the pure white doves fly away
the forest turn black
red was everywhere and against the orange sky
the foams were yellow
as he laid on the green grass

veins turned blue and coarse
and he was decked in an indigo-coloured shirt
his hair a shock of purple

and he was away,away,away...

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