clean linen obliviously humming back and forth the curtain rail
i sit on top of backgammon towers -
commanding archers to enter blissful mindly castles
a door to a room i open in silent manner -
listening to raising whispers over blinded shores
connecting the sea with ghost wearing halos, in tatters dragging the tides
waves splashing around wooden table-legs, fawning up my tibia
harsh winds slowly raging, urging to set free, i bend to catch the flying petals
stomping sound of cracking timbers under pressured liquid
metal and fire to burn the heavy hatchets -
covered in raincoates i ran to save the soaking cloths
my toes are skinny-dipping, coated by the salty drops of froth,
i stretch out to save the gilder, fighting for the sparks idea
the rolled up pant-legs over rainboots shaking to the cold airs brim
suddenly my room is flooded, crouching shadows and raging waters
- left to pen down the last silver thread of human notion
my back is resting on a chair, sea breez in nostrils
copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger
written for the OpenLinkNight over at dVerse Pub,
an amazing collaboration of writers providing space to thrive and share.
nice…i love the textures in this…the skinny dipping toes…the sound of the timbers…the ghosts in tattered haloes dragging the tides…this is rather dreamlike in quality…a flooding room awaking in that chair…
ha – that is wonderful.. loved the images…sitting on top of backgammon towers…nice…that has a wonderful surreal feel and then you take us back to reality in the closure..nice
Yes..a lot of great images and detail here, really liked “connecting the sea with ghost wearing halos, in tatters dragging the tides”
A wonderful use of sensory detail in this, pulling us in to your experience.
thanks for the nice comment. glad you liked it!!
images that bring smiles…a gift on paper for it’s vividness and a silent Christmassy connection..;)
hej, glad you liked it. wish you a wonderful week!