The Oak!

A nightmare I had many years ago that alwasy stayed with me, this is my lok at it.

Perfect cracked lines damage polished oak,

 

 a pool of hardened lacquer supports weight,

Silence for hands perched within symmetry,

daring questions not answered at the gate.

 

The glare of eager eyes folds liquid tears,

 memory losses it's last when needed score,

Dark encased in bricks rolled in mortar,

 spines tell stories of useless plain lore.

 

Glimmers of sparks make noise from behind,

 no face to a friend’s hand does use guile,

I suffer the torments of anger at rest,

 she screams of laughter at the blooded smile.

 

Dreams surface on pages lost to the pen,

 no wood without scars made ample red,

Fools dart into danger at first impulse,

 the stranger made sense of quietened dead.

Reviews

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

Haunting, Thomas, very haunting. Nightmares that have significance do seem to stick with us. Don't they? It does seem to have an air of both anger and murder within it. Not by you tho. By someone else. And it's dream-like quiality keeps the scene
"spines tell stories of useless plain lore." something about this line makes it my favorite.

-Marie-

[Ruth]

Superb description...kept the dream like feel....sounds as though this dream/nightmare is addressing the angst and emotions an awful lot...what isn't being listened to kind of feel...brilliant hon xx

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

This sounds like a lot of dreams I have...they always end being a bit morbid. I almost felt like I was in your dream with this one. Such imagery. Wonderfully written. Awesome write!