NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty Six

large tubular trumpet flowers
misshapen and alien like
loom large in my dreams
creating a canopy
reflecting the red drenched sky
grotesquely twisting and turning
writhing before by horrified eyes
open mouthed and hungry
eager to devour my soul
… real life or nightmare …

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty four

it is a simple pleasure in which I indulge
laying motionless in the soft warmth
soaking in the smoky haze of my dreams
piecing together the puzzle of the long night
following the clues to rediscover my psyche

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Sixteen

the dream is elusive
tugging the foggy peripheries
night after endless night
forming a fading labyrinth
hiding the unseemly truth
…deception

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

Wild Things

a wanton wailing wind whispers
Beware….Escape Now….
don’t step through the portal
only wild things dwell here
amongst dank heavy grey shadows
menacing black shapes lurk large
leftover detritus morbid and spent
twisted angst of a life lived through dreams

sketch charcoal & conte on handmade paper

sketch charcoal & conte on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

The Monster under the Bed is in my Head

dark and deceptive
it (I) emerges at night
parting the heavy curtains
of my Mahogany dreams
unwelcomely hovering
cumbersomely weightless
a floating scourge
pecking at my (own) soul
relentless in its (my) pain
too elusive to grasp
visiting incessantly
since childhood

Fine Liner on Handmade Paper

Fine Liner on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

unwanted interludes

green doors loom large ghostly
haunting dreamlike fragments jigsawed
visiting unwelcome nightly intruders
gatecrashing peaceful slumber lost
slamming shut jolting awake
memories pitiless return flooding
incessantly torturing a waking mind
unscrupulous you visit unrelenting
manacles on unwilling ankles bleeding

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

A Dream Within A Dream

I asked if it were really you
in my hazy sleepiness
and you answered
“yes indeed it is really me
I am not a dream
within your dream”

so I let you in trusting
pulling back the sheets
and covering you gently

then as you turned to me smiling
your face slowly dissolved
and startled I awoke

bright morning sunlight piercing my face
demanding I awake
for yet another day

or is this

again another dream within a dream?

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Forgotten Epiphany

endless carriages of eager faces
wondrous at a surreal landscape
stare in vain longing for revelation

huge rocks-strange colours-alien textures
jutting from undulating cool waters
whispering unknown magical powers

some plunge into white tipped waves
swimming with strange mystical creatures
others wait hesitantly on the stoney shore

I sit upon the sand patiently
waiting for the single inspiration
a vision washing over me

and I feel the sensation arrive
clarity splashing and tingling
I absorb the cleansing euphoria

but tell no-one they say
because you can’t come back
no-one knows how to get here

so drink from the river of forgetfulness
and remember us not

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Finally Free

waking from the dream
a lightness befell me
an inner energy
surged
that I had forgotten was gone
your yearned for absence
palpable
and welcome

sounds now crisper
air more radiant
colour vibrant

am I finally free?

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013