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| 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.
9 comments:
I like the way you interpreted this picture: could be the nightmare slipping through, or the resultant sleeper caught in the dream-catcher.
chasing the impossible - that is always a nightmare!
Beautifully captured of the nightmare ~ Skeletal bones of her broken heart is a powerful image ~
Shiver - so good!
Beautiful interpretation ~~ She does look as though she might be dangling in the breeze.
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. :)
Well Done! I love the dangling effect of your poem~ :D
STILL missing your poetry, Mary!
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".
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