Sunday, August 21, 2016


The Scream by Edvard Munch(1868-1944)
courtesy Wikipedia

The clop clop of horses hooves
Sounds through dawning reproves

Space gapes through empty tomb
Void of conclusions now to subsume

Then pinched Pilate, the great Caeasar
To quiet this screaming non-Balthasar

This is not what we came to see
A SCREAMING © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping in response to Kerry's prompt
Not What We came To See ~ Micro Poetry
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


The Projectionist’s Nightmare

This is the projectionist’s nightmare:
A bird finds its way into the cinema,
Finds the beam, flies down it,
smashes into a screen depicting a garden,
a sunset and two people being nice to each other.
Real blood, intestines, slither down
the likeness of a tree.
“This is no good,” screams the audience,
“This is not what we came to see.”

Brian Patten
Liverpool, UK