It is so gratifying to see that the paintings that I love and get so much inspiration from, seem to prod the same nerves with so many of you. I loved reading these poems, you produced a beautiful collection.
Sarah’s small collection of dancing jewels
Lady Lee’s poem is a dream of love
Three, Ken! Is this a record? I think my favourite is the first poem. Cats always manage to steal the show.
And a fourth cinquain (fingers crossed he doesn’t add a fifth) on the cat’s orders.
TJ’s poem, like Kerfe’s is a circular argument or real or unreal. Back to front and inside out. Maybe that’s how it feels to be between dreaming and waking.
Kat’s poems follow the rules beautifully of one of the more precise forms of cinquain.
I really like Kim’s cinquain. There’s something so off-balance about that last line/word.
Louise’s poems are also a little unsettling. My favourite is the first one. Reminds me of Clive Barker’s Abarat.
Merril’s second poem seem to me to be infused with feelings inspired by the horrific events in Nice. Again, the dreamworld is not necessarily a fairy tale.
As was to be expected, the Crow’s poem is mid-way between dream and nightmare. A jovial nightmare? If that’s possible.
Kerfe’s dream world is topsy turvy and back to front, but there’s a sense that it will all make sense in the end.
Janice’s poems sent shivers up the spine, especially the last one. Definitely not a comfortable dream world.
Doug’s sleepwalkers might or might not be of this world. Eerie yet not frightening. I like the atmosphere of this one.
and a last minute entry from Sri. Romantic as always.
That’s the foray into the world of Chagall’s Sleep Walker. And a trip well worth making. Thanks to all of you, and hoping tomorrow’s prompt inspires you equally fruitfully.