formation of cumulonimbus clouds
obliterating all the joys of life
as Erkling feeds on hearts and sucks your warmth
its quenching velvet wings will eat your soul
it suffocates and licks with twisted tongues
you stagger silently to meet yourself
horizon bends into a noose around your neck
with fingers buried deep into the ground
you find the carcassases of those that left
and on your head the burning weight of lead
but with a verdant whiff the vision ends
and tender faeries soothe your burning brow
with softest touch they mend the wounds of claws
as tattooed numbers on your skin evaporate
but evil dreams can seem more real than this
copyright C Nelson Kellar
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I wanted to find a real dark picture among the colorful ones by Cherry Nelson Kellar. So sorry for doing a second one.
April 29, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
oh heck… that was a frightening dream with the erkling feeding on the heart… glad for the comfort of the faeries there in the close – and woot on doing a second one
When I saw K.A:s comment I wanted to go flesh and bone.. but I had to look a while until I found one dark enough,,
dang…the horizon bending like a noose around your neck….tight line…nice inclusion of the erkling as well…have had to some pretty brutal dreams in my days…
I really love this write Bjorn . . . as someone who often has nightmarish dreams this really resonated with me. One of my favorites.
Don’t be sorry – rejoice – this was darker – a labyrinthine look at chilling places and times..a reference perhaps to the holocaust which (should) haunt(s) us all. Well said.
I love your second one as the voice is different from the first one ~
This was dark indeed specially this part:
s Erkling feeds on hearts and sucks your warmth
its quenching velvet wings will eat your soul
it suffocate and licks with twisted tongues
Thanks for participating Bjorn ~
This is dark as dreams can often be..velvet wings will eat your soul
a scary thought there my friend.
Whew. I flashed on Holocaust with the evil spreading and strangulation and the numbers. Dark dark, but with saving graces.
That was very uncomfortable to read, but I mean that in the best possible way! I clicked on the photo, thinking it’d a be happier poem (silly me), but was *pleasantly* blindsided. The images you painted were frightening ( to say the least) but like a nightmare, I was too intrigued to back away! Amazing!
Ah yes.. I spend quite a lot of time at dVerse .. And there it’s only poetry… You should try that one too 😉
Thanks for the encouragement, I just might do that! 🙂
Jo, jag vet att jag borde kommentera på engelska, men… Jag hatar att göra det – och jag hatar när någon gör det på mig (oavsett hur välmenande de är) men det finns ett stavnings fel i första paragrafen – kolla kvävande (och jag skulle vilja att någon påpekade det för mig om jag gjorde samma sak). Hoppas du inte blir förolämpad, för det är verkligen inte min mening… I really enjoyed reading this, even though it’s dark and frightening. Beautiful write – as always!
Jag har absolut inget emot förslag på rättningar… ordvalet är nog inte riktigt rätt… Hmm stifling kanske… Jag skrev stycket i all hast… Och försökte hålla det till blankvers.
Tänkte mig mer att det saknades ett s i slutet på ordet… *rodnar*
Mitt vanligaste fel – svenskan utan singular form *rodnar ännu mer*
Behöver inte rodna, det är jag som har ett problem… Har arbetat för mycket med korrekturläsning… *ler* Ville bara att det skulle bli perfekt eftersom det var en så fin dikt!
Imorgon kommer en riktig höjdare 🙂
There’s an organic element tied to the evilness as well as the dreamy faeries…unusual formations in the painting make me think the reptilian resemblance that is spooky…or is it an octopus?
“you stagger silently to meet yourself
horizon bends into a noose around your neck”
I caught myself physically recoiling at this, trying to get my neck out of the horizon-noose. This is stellar work. Dark and stellar.