In your deepest void,
the smothered dreams
are shaded
with your agonizing
nights
where walls surround you,
squeeze you closed
and capped
in bordello-burgundy velvet,
hold you in a red of rot,
in hues of clotted blood,
sticky, sickly cold
your skin
as old as daylight dead,
and you awake
in the bliss of boredom,
grey.
The color is red at dVerse tonight where Sarah hosts.
March 31, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Nice phrases: “bordello-burgundy”, “red of rot”, “as old as daylight dead,”
Beautifully penned with rich and dark imagery. I can really visualize it. It is very descriptive and evocative as well. Excellent piece!
A dark and contemporary interpretation of Poe’s story, Björn! These lines remind me of the first two weeks of self-isolation:
‘where walls surround you,
squeeze you closed
and capped
…
and you awake
in the bliss of boredom,
grey.’
No red here!
Red = the color of dark night!!
Some dark and ugly reds, there Bjorn. It’s a dark poem – very visceral. It seems to fit the current mood.
Waking from that, even grey is cheerful.
I pity anyone with nightmares so drowning in dread. In cases like this, insomnia is a blessing.
Sometimes, there is no escape from the consequences of one’s actions.
Nightmares abound in these troubled times; plenty of the macabre to go around. Nice choice to go with Poe as Muse.
Love this one! Bordello-burgundy velvet. Bravo!
evocative of our times, may your grey become more colourful!
Nightmares have been interrupting my sleep. Perhaps, tonight I will dream of better days.
I can relate to the bliss of boredom after all that horror!
I love the bordello-burgundy velvet! All very deep red tones in this poem. Wonderful.
I love the bordello-burgundy velvet! All very deep red tones in this poem. Wonderful.
A very poe of a nocturne here – grim and inevitable – I can almost hear Vincent Price cackling away.
I didn’t end up going in that direction, but my first instinct on this was also the juxtaposition of red with grey. Very moving and evocative. Thank you.
I love the contrast of words you used to weave imagery, of something passionate and vivid, that ends and turns into something grey and boring. For me personally, it makes me think of how being “emotionally dead” is boring and dull.
Such darkness within this poem.
Haven’t been here for a long time. Still deep but this time it’s a dark poem.
Shadiatique
One can find bliss in boredom. It is all perspective
The “bordello burgundy velvet” simply purrs!
…in an otherwise disturbing, macabre poem.
dark and dreary and haunting!!!
these lines are genius:
in bordello-burgundy velvet,
hold you in a red of rot
oooh….I am LATE to the posting and reading here…but wow. I need another cup of coffee this morning after reading this one! You sure went to the dark side…”bordello-burgundy velvet,” Love that description and then the blood itself. Well, much better to have read this in the early AM then just before going to bed – it’s the stuff of making nightmares! Wow!
Such vivid, frightening images!
“in bordello-burgundy velvet,
hold you in a red of rot,
in hues of clotted blood,”
Waking to grey after this is a welcome event. Mirroring current times here. A good one.
Pat