kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
A contest asked for poems about the color red. The resulting poem, “Red Consort”, has a Gothic feel, equating crimson with the passed love.


Red Consort

I dream in color, I dream in red
with shades of gray, black and white
red and grays, this is my view
rainbow’s spread departs my world.

My shirts are white, my suits are black
my world is gray, and you were red
you were life, spilled across the floor
so much color, the one I adored.

Rose so red, dress so crimson
hair so scarlet, blood so thick
Please do not fade, do not vanish
remain my color, in my bipolar.

I dreamt of you, my red consort
my trance of color, darkness embraced
red rose remaining, against coffin pillow
soon this will wilt, with dreams remaining.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170416.
kokopelle: Black Cat (cat black)
I wanted to write a poem about genius applied to poetry. I got two quatrains into it, and then the poetry took a jink to the dark. The result is the set of song lyrics “House of Dreams”. Very very gothic slanted. Ah! That's what happens when you listen to Miranda Sex Garden while writing poetry.


House of Dreams
Poem for Day 054 – 20150224

Prepare to see the world anew.
Eyes once closed now rudely opened.
Tear the curtain away from life,
covert made plain by those who see.

Shades of gray, too many to number.
The blinding white to deepest dark.
Look not to the most extremes,
shadows reveal hues of secrets.

Streaks of red speak of life's boundaries.
The color of lust's vain privies,
or the splash of body's essence,
scarlet succubus take your due.

Smokey light and ruby textures,
the world reveals itself to us.
Dare you see what waits there for you?
Join us here in house of dreams.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

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