Monday, November 26, 2012

A Broken Dreamcatcher

Doll by Emma Whitlock

Her dreamcatcher failed
And a nightmare slipped through,
One that ensnared her heart and soul,
Leaving her chasing the impossible
Until flesh was cleaved from bone,
The skeletal remains of her broken heart
Dangling in the breeze.

~~~ This poem was written for a photo prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.


Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the way you interpreted this picture: could be the nightmare slipping through, or the resultant sleeper caught in the dream-catcher.

Margaret said...

chasing the impossible - that is always a nightmare!

Grace said...

Beautifully captured of the nightmare ~ Skeletal bones of her broken heart is a powerful image ~

Mystic_Mom said...

Shiver - so good!

Helen said...

Beautiful interpretation ~~ She does look as though she might be dangling in the breeze.

Hannah said...

Ooo...flesh cleaved from bone...sometimes dreams are potent enough to affect like this. Well done Mary and I'm glad you're feeling better. :)

Ella said...

Well Done! I love the dangling effect of your poem~ :D

Mary said...

STILL missing your poetry, Mary!

Margaret said...

Mary, I hope you are busy and that everything is OK. I miss your voice and hope to hear it again soon. Miss you at "The Garden".