Pale roses fill the air with fragrance
as I bend to make a wish in the fountain
my coin is received with a golden splash.
Brass lion heads dispense water with a roar
in this serene quintessential garden
I lay myself down in a soft bed of grass.
My breathing slows as my thoughts follow
into a meditative reverie
thoughts pass floccinaucinihilipilification.
Leisurely plucking a nearby rose for my hair
a thorn sinks deep into soft flesh
blood trickles a bright red.
Jamming my finger in my mouth
I stand and gather my wits about me
bare feet heading for the back door.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
This was originally a Magpie Tale write. I reworked the art and wrote this poem about it. I imagined myself in this garden making a wish as described above. I enjoyed having a surprise ending here, a kind of “wake up and smell the roses” (or something like that.)
Forever In A Dollhouse
I am lost in my childhood dollhouse
stuck in my dreams
forever waiting for my turn
I wanted a real dollhouse
made of wood with pretty wallpaper
but I got a metal dollhouse
with a plastic family and furniture.
The sky’s a sullen shade of cyan
over the stagnant water
of my metallic pool
the sun burns itself out trying
while rust slowly accumulates
smelling just like blood.
These empty, echoing rooms
scraping by against alloy walls
covered in fake pictures and plants
numb in toxic surroundings
while black mold climbs the stamped stairway
I can’t escape this sinking feeling.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
I really did have a metal dollhouse almost just like this. My artwork and animation unnamed.
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads for the theme home.
A lone figure was watching the scene unfold
as a young deer crossed the busy highway
it was a beautiful morning.
The truck swerved and disintegrated
sending shrapnel everywhere
sparks flew from scraping metal
the driver was killed instantly.
His truck slammed into a woman’s car
she barely saw it happen-too fast to react
her windshield breaking glass flying
it was the last thing she saw as she died.
Sticky warm blood leaks, drips, and pools
the smell of gasoline was strong
cooling metal making ticking sounds
dead muscles twitching.
The car was unrecognizable
tangled with the truck
the deer mutilated and decapitated
airbags were deployed but did no good
it seemed like forever sirens in the distance
the ambulance was first but the corner was called
firemen and police were busy trying to pick up the pieces.
Death was chuckling as he watched the spirits rise from the wreck
he swings his sickle wide
gathering up the dead his job done.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written for Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads giving an example of incongruity.