Gate….

Red Gate

IN
my dream
there is a gate
I go thro’ quickly,
I don’t wait
ever onwards, walking fast
it seems no earthly shadow cast
alas my footsteps start to amble
held by clinging mud I scramble
slipping and sliding, starting to fall
there seems a voice, an echoing call
mud pulls me down, I take no breath
and just before I’m claimed by death
a light shines as I’m pulled from harm
a cloak wrapped round to keep me warm
a voice says loudly, ‘Why didn’t you see
the Red warning notice put there by me?’
I shake my head,  my sad gaze to the ground
as I’m suddenly aware of a loud mocking sound
I know it so well,  being doomed to never escape
I look Death in the face, … I am wearing his cape……
IN
my dream
there is a gate
I go thro’ quickly,
I don’t wait….

LadyP ©2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

48 responses to “Gate….

  1. Quite a dark poem Lady P… Hope things are going well at home for you….
    We have a tendency to write about the moods we are feeling, I do I do sometimes…

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    • It is dark, Lady Jude, and maybe I feel a bit down lately, still feeling the effects of losing Bess, so sometimes when I sit down to write there could be a dark streak which takes control. Overall though, not feeling too bad, Life goes on regardless of what happens to us all. xx
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  2. Like that awful feeling when you’re falling in a dream and then suddenly wake up, Pen

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  3. So, my dearest talented Pen – are you telling me that the amazing shape of your words was not intentional? Holy macaroni! It’s amazing regardless. And your words are just fantastic…perfectly depicting the frustrations of a recurring nightmare…

    Chloe xx

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    • How could I lie Chloe?..😉 … the shape on this one was definitely intentional, at first I tried for a cape shape, and then, well, fancifully it looked to me as a bell? as in ‘The bell tolls for thee’ kind of thing. … I’m glad you enjoyed it, as it seemed to just flow… sometimes if I try to make sense of it before I’m finished.,… it is finished .. as a poem I mean, from the start. … I have to leave it and come back to it at a later date. I do have , or used to have, a recurring nightmare, but once I had my Bess for company it disappeared, so I have been free of it for quite a while, since losing my girl I’ve wondered if it will return. Hence this poem. almost daring it too, I suppose. xx
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