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