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
Poetry challenge #39 – Sleep walker – for Jane Dougherty. | fmme writes poems
Lady Lee’s poem is a dream of love
Believe in Dreams – ladyleemanila
Three, Ken! Is this a record? I think my favourite is the first poem. Cats always manage to steal the show.
sleepwalking | rivrvlogr
sleepwalker | rivrvlogr
Inspiration de Chagall – cross-out poem | rivrvlogr
And a fourth cinquain (fingers crossed he doesn’t add a fifth) on the cat’s orders.
The cat says | rivrvlogr
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.
Never Forget – A Trio of Cinquains | like mercury colliding…
I really like Kim’s cinquain. There’s something so off-balance about that last line/word.
Lunar Tricks – writing in north norfolk
Louise’s poems are also a little unsettling. My favourite is the first one. Reminds me of Clive Barker’s Abarat.
Chaotic Nightmares – Fantasy Raconteur
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.
Dreamscape | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings
As was to be expected, the Crow’s poem is mid-way between dream and nightmare. A jovial nightmare? If that’s possible.
my feet on the roof, off the ground (20160714) – Words and Feathers
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.
Orbiting | method two madness
Janice’s poems sent shivers up the spine, especially the last one. Definitely not a comfortable dream world.
Sleepwalking—Cinquain poems – Ontheland
Doug’s sleepwalkers might or might not be of this world. Eerie yet not frightening. I like the atmosphere of this one.
When Dusk Disappears | Elusive Trope
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.