Moonlight Night by Wassily Kandinsky
grapes of people in the midday heat
seek the vines – of hands and homes
alone together, withered bones.
a strand of hair
plastered to a bayonet
not yet her shoulders slumped
waiting — whitened knuckles
hidden thoughts are burning
afterwards — behind a veil
her lips
has not ceased to quiver
but soon — so very soon
when desert wind has burned her veins
she will release her dragon
I had to write on poem for Claudia’s poem as well.. come and create your own from either Claudia’s or Brian’s poetry. You never know where your muse might take you.
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February 26,, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
oh heck.. that is a scary one björn… tight images…the desert wind burning her veins and releasing the dragon made me swallow..
whew…that closure…first made me think of game of thrones…daenerys and her dragons…but releasing her dragons…she is taking it all in now knowing those dragons will reek havoc…
Your poetry is so beautiful, I would not even try to attempt among all of you but I do enjoy reading:)
reminds me of Leviathan in the book of Job… though I don’t think I’d want to meet one
Whew, the ending definitely has a sinister quality to it. I don’t think the release of the dragon can be good!
I love the ending:
when desert wind has burned her veins
she will release her dragon
I felt there was a back story to this, smiles ~
I esp love the last five lines… leaves a lot to the imagination
Great imagery throughout – seems to me an arid landscape but I for one can’t wait for her to release her dragon – sounds positive to me!
Another highly evocative piece.
the dragon sounds scary/friendly — odd mix
Bjorn, enjoyed both reads… and yes, the last line here definitely catches attention (http://myrandrspace.blogspot.com)
Really dark, but well done, Bjorn. — Suzanne
Oh, I love her! I want to know her. I feel like I know her.
Oh very good. Very very good.
What a vision – to light the dark corners of the mind . . . for a wee bit of a snoop about.
All of us have a dragon within, you bring hers out vividly.