what ghosts this dreaming house
sleepwalking our sleep?
trysting our sweat-damp sheets?
giving hallow our hearth in creep?
pale her flesh, her hair raven flow
barefoot slipping through
eyes open to ever unawake
passing of room to room
gazing out to lune and hedge
through windows stained of dust
would we to kiss her lips
in that dreaming house of rust
6 responses to “dreaming house”
Full of atmosphere this seeps under the skin. Very nice.
And a cheeky rhyme too!
It’s rare that I intentionally rhyme so I thought I’d play with a light scheme.
Thanks!
I don’t think I realized how much the word order/style you use here, especially in the first two lines, has influenced me as a writer. I really like it, and I’ve noticed it popping up in my stuff now on multiple occasions.
Wow. 😳
Thank you very, very much. That’s a very big compliment. I am not joking when I say that I blushed when I read that. You are too kind. 💕
Good one, Michael🙂
Thanks, man. Appreciate it.