NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty

thick blue green ivy
envelops the brick veneer
in which I once lived
long spindly tendrils
twisting idly
fondling window frames
leaves bursting
exploring dusty eaves

thriving in the dim musky interior
dark mahogany furniture draped
mimicking the ghosts now living there
their moans and creaking
echoing through the hallway
their breathe gently swaying cobwebs

the lost souls of my childhood

Frottage and Ink on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Fifeteen

a cacophony of birdsong
serenades the morning

yes the darkness remains
a luminous veil tightly drawn
separating the world and my soul

red splashed dappled clouds
dance across the sky

yes the darkness remains
descending ever deeper
mercilessly sucking my energy

till my blood flows no more

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo : Day Fourteen

I stared
unbelieving
open mouthed
palms outstretched
tooing and froing
left foot
right foot
imagine
my surprise

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Nine

cold rain pelting
piercing daggers of liquid ice
lashing winds howl
crashing gumnuts onto the tin roof
miniature wooden torpedoes
the house shakes and groans grievously
winter sets in
though Autumn has not yet bid farewell
injecting a bitterness
as mother nature unfurls her lamenting torment

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight

once bright and alert
now dull and watery

your sunken eyes watch me
tracing my uncertain steps

bones protrude delicately
accepting my wrinkled reality

your fragility is unsettling
a reminder of my forever mortality

Digital Drawing from Original Photo

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Seven

dropping high from above
momentum slowly builds
the poison dart strikes
my veins run cold
as the deadly venom flows
and my heart slowly shrivels

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Five

reminiscing
she recalls a time
when clarity of purpose
was a paramount ideal

knowing
what
when
where
how
came naturally
or so she thought

years of battling had worn her down
ideas once awe inspiring
now replaced with disillusion

eyes once clear and youthful
now dull with the age of decay

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Three

the day grew long
as we sat
legs dangling
huddling closely
sun coated backs
warming our cool bodies
deep dark shadows protruding
brazenly invading space
gloomily long
ever growing
casting ghostly angles
while a lazy sun
beckoning the night
slowly sets

Pastel on Handmade Paper

©Dawn Whitehand 2017