He Dances to a Crooked Song

He Dances to a Crooked Song

I dreamt of stars, of cygnets born,
Of aged poems their beauty torn,
Of painted wings on birds of prey
They danced above the hill we lay.

But vicarious dreams of Sagittarius themes
Make various seams in precarious regimes.
Thread together by the delusional creator,
The needle, the thread, the patchwork painter,

The dream crafter, the catcher here-after.
The empty cobbled streets with their harrowing laughter.
The hallowed, the bygone, the unsung, the singing,
The hung, the drawn, the slaughtered left wringing.

The dancer, the mourner, the lover left longing.
The streetwise, the misfit, no sense of belonging.
The vision all skew, no divinity knew,
The mob, the revolvers, the solvers they flew.

In the corner, a darkened chandelier
Like a mourning mother sits.
She hears the sweet release of tears
As the flame beneath her flits.

The music darkens. Hollowed, rotting embraces
As he flaunts his harrowing graces.
He dances to a crooked song
But Death's song must be sung.

The dreams once had, injected with fear,
Now lost, capitulated, they float in the tears.
We are the squandered years left lonely as waves.
The only one’s singing are found in their graves.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Hi I'd like feedback on any improvements/if you enjoy it/any bits that are clunky

Reviews

[emily.c.]

I loved this imediately,and was drawn in by the title. You've strung together some very silly and interesting words in a charming way. Really interesting rhyme scheme, and balance of lighthearted and dark images, like a crooked song. Is a little clunky in places, but I think that's charming too.

[MaryKC]

I think the 4th and 5th stanzas are a bit clunky but as far as helping you with it I'm sorry, you are a much better writer than I. However, this is incredible! Very interesting read. I love the imagery you create in this piece.