In this darkness, fantasies
of bat-winged faeries flies
(or lies),
fingertips and wings are soft
as a velvet brush.
it’s breath is cold
a rush of air
(or not).
The swarthy clatter are its claws,
it’s the hungry fangs of it.
The it of eerie melodies,
the fancy of my fears
my darkness, fantasies.
(I hope)
A way of flying by Francisco Goya
Today we have a guest blogger at dVerse for poetics who want us to write on fantasies, and inspire us with Carl Sandburg’s Jazz fantasia. Come and write your fantasy (and remember to include it in the title and/or poem.
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April 12, 2015
Deliciously dark…but merely fantasies (I hope)
All great. Really enjoyed the last sentence!
Absolutely fantastic! Indeed, fairies are not all sweetness and light.
Love that image of bat-winged faeries… so alternative… and ‘swarthy clatter’ sounds like the music of heated passions.
Fantasies and nightmares cling together on this one. I would hope they were only fantasies too. Dark and eerie, love it 🙂
Love this gothic dreamscape you’ve presented.
My goodness! This is such a riveting read 😀
This touches on those little fears which lie hidden away for the best part but resurface when least expected.
“The swarthy clatter are its claws,
it’s the hungry fangs of it.” They lie silent for long periods then raise their ugly little heads… I’d rather bury my head in the sand than face them most days.
Sometimes we need that darkness in order to claw our selves back into the light.
Elements of concern very apparent but just fantasies it seems. It should be ok perhaps
Hank
Nice piece here, deliciously dark; our darkness, dark side tendencies, like our madness, in an integral part of our self. Nice to shine some light into the shadows of ID.
Love the dark fantasies and deep fears specially:
The swarthy clatter are its claws,
it’s the hungry fangs of it.
The it of eerie melodies
Deliciously dark indeed…..
I love the bat-winged fairies!
oh the dark fantasies here! Love the illustration and your words really have me conjuring up some spirits!
Being fond of bats, I don’t mind the bat winged fairies. Dark fantasies, but we need the dark to balance the light.
Love the dark flight of fantasy and dabble in fear. Vivid!
I think we could almost will anything to be real if we put our mind to it! If we believe it is so, maybe it is…yikes! 🙂 Loved this, Bjorn.
“bat-winged faeries” Love that description of fear. It is hard to divide truth from lie when fear consumes thought.
I love the sense of dread you accomplish with the parenthesis lines.
This is haunting, beautiful:
“The it of eerie melodies,
the fancy of my fears”
So many wonderful lines I could just about quote the whole thing here, So excellently moody Björn, but uh, let’s say we keep these beasties just in your fantasies okay?
In the title, I see “dark knees, Fanta seas” … you know, like the soda.
This is my favorite section of the poem:
“fingertips and wings are soft
as a velvet brush.
its breath is cold
a rush of air
(or not)”
Also the phrase “swarthy clatter.”
beautifully dark fantasies
Yes, there is something literally hair-raising about them. And yet they are so scared of us too, poor things. I love your contrast in the details, from soft and velvety to those nasty fangs.
Shivers down the spine stuff! Bravo Bjorn.(sorry about the surfeit of alliteration in my comment!)
Love the contrast of ‘velvet brush’ and ‘swarthy clatter’!
Fear flutters in the dark…eerily good writing, Bjorn!
It’s not Halloween yet, is it? Very dark….
Interesting response to the prompt.
Fairy nice ! Actually loved this flighty thought .
(dude, could you erase my first incorrect link — thanks)
Yep, fantasy will do that to you. Glad I am not the only one.
“Fingertips and wings soft as a velvet brush” is also my favorite line- I love the contrast of soft with the “swarthy clatter of claws” heavy/dark theme. It’s vivid imagery has me immediately engaged.