A Poem And A Blog Party All In One!

Dream State Darkening

“Slowly we slept into our fears”

Ritwik

Some nights the dreams slip past like minnow,

dark and shadowy in the water.

I am frozen,

mud stuck and slow

with limbs like old trophies

bent, broken, scratched,

the polish flaking like old paint

till the wooden skeleton is left

with all its pitted fragility,

no more than a twig

shivering in the storm.

When I wake,

I am still the scarecrow.

Clothes tacked on in mockery of skin.

Here I know the birds

do not fear me.

Instead they will come in flocks

to peck at what is left

when the last of me is withered

and gone to dust.

Some nights the dreams slip past like minnow,

dark and shadowy in the water,

and dawn is brought on by blinking,

slow and succulent it bleeds through the glass,

an orange splitting from its skin.

In an echo of better days

the dreams swim deeper,

far enough that I can pretend to forget.

These are the moments of peace

between the nightmares.

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We’re slap bang in the middle of the DVerse Poets Pub’s two week break so I’m forced to search for inspiration elsewhere in the blog-a-sphere. Tonight I’ve stumbled into something that I’m thinking about making a feature.

The quote at the top is by a fellow poet/blogger and he kindly enough allowed me to use it as a jumping off point for a new poem. I’ve written poems drawing on inspiration from other poets before but this time I’d like to invite you to do the same. If there’s enough interest then I’ll chuck out the same challenge next Monday as well.

The aim is simple. Find a quote in a poem published here on WordPress. Use this as your starting point to write your poem, but please make sure to credit the original writer for their words if you include them anywhere in the post!

Then add a link to this post to create a pinkback or enter your piece using the InLinkz below.

Either way. Have fun writing!

Friday Fiction Challenge – Carry On The Story

I kicked this off last week but since there was only one response I thought we might extend the run of it a little bit.

Below you will find the opening of a story. The first part I wrote, the second part was written by Kaleiyah Prose. All you need to do is carry the story on in the comments below. Have fun.

The pocket watch has sixteen hands and they all pointed in the same direction. Twelve. It was ridiculous really, who would want a watch that didn’t tell the time, never mind one that had sixteen hands, none of which had ever moved a millimetre. Marcel clicked the watch closed and slid it inside his jacket pocket. He was used to the weight of it bumping against his ribs as he walked and when it wasn’t there he missed it. Missed the useless bit of junk like a limb.
He waited for the little man to light up green on the crossing and checked both ways. The way was clear and he followed as the crowds surged forward, carrying him from one side of the road to the other.
Forty-Seven, Ivy Road. He counted the numbers beside the doors of the shops as he passed. Forty-Nine, Fifty-One, Fifty-Three…
There was a space between the end of Fifty-One and Fifty Five. Barely wide enough for a grown man to squeeze through but just about there. He ran over the address in his head  and counted down the street again. Yes he decided. He’d found the right place.
Inside his gloves he could feel his fingers itching, impatient to get to work. They were trembling too.
One step, that was all it would take.
One step…

by Carol J Forrester

Bzzzt!
One would think that after passing through an interdimensional rifts for a living, one would get used to it. But without fail, Marcel felt the sting across his spine straighten each of his vertebrae and the tell-tale heaviness settling across his body like an ocean wave. His vision blurred briefly, but returned to normal after blinking a few times. Instinctively, and to ground his mind and body in this new rift, he reached inside his jacket pocket to touch the familiar metal of his watch.
Only this time, he felt nothing but his jacket’s cloth.

by Kaleigah Prose