Moondark

As promised [ threatened ? ] a couple of days ago, I now offer a variation on the "limite surréaliste" concept.  A darker level which I am naming "limite surréaliste de l'obscurité".





Moondark  -  29 May 14

And in the darkness
Of a Moondark sky
Stars hidden
By the nightmare
And your bloodstream
Dreams

Scarlet screams
Of oft-told dreams
Schisms in the dark of dream
Shining in a brooding night
Pandora’s dream

The tears of a sleeping princess
Drown the smiles
Of the aged clown
Who moves in his usual ways
To please the King

In the dark sky
Dreams are pinned for all to see
To imaginary stars
And all thoughts
Hoping for a dawn
Which never comes





Do you think that I could take this to darker levels?

Pandora's Toys

The phrase "Pandora's Toys" had been drifting through my mind for about seven hours before it was brought into realisation, though I cannot see where my inspiration actually came from, I offer it to you now.





Pandora's Toys - 09 Feb 11

Pandora's toys
Kept in a jar
By her bed
Taken out
From time to time
To satisfy
Her curiosity

Winter white
Dancing flakes
Frozen ponds
Streams of ice

Spring green
Leaves flutter
Streams flow
Birds sing

Summer gold
Corn dances
Water warm
Sun plays on the sea

Autumn bronze
Time slows
Dreams form
Watched in fire

Pandora plays with her toys
Lets them flow
Around her...through her
Gives them form
Watches them dance
Before she places them
Gently back
For another time





Sometimes poems form without any reason, other than Muse giving me a gentle prod to let them be born.

This is an entry for http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-shot-wednesday-week-32-hosted-by-moondustwriter-2.html