Haunting Under the Moon

I had a nightmare a few nights ago. This poem was written shortly after I woke up from that nightmare and is exactly what happened in poem form.

In her luminescent nudity shone the moon,

casting shadows on the leaves and wily trees

that beckoned for embrace through sensuality of dances.

And on the road exposed I stood,

the air sweeps of cold, blanketing me in numbness.

Through the chill of my breath I saw him:

An apparition, a ghost, a face so faintly seen yet immediately imprinted on my mind.

Eyes intense, questioning me, a grimness lining the planes of his gaze,

so pale in his harsh beauty, no other around of his kind.

A haunting, this I knew, I felt, the night air a moisture growing thick,

it's spidery fingers threatening to grasp at me.

I look up at my moon, in need of her comfort,

and see her looking down at me with a frown,

dark clouds shadowing her away.

At this sudden betrayal I'm afraid, the tears spill and freeze

as I turn to run, his face a seemingly never ending growing shade.

The road has no end and I try to pretend the dark has dispersed,

but the gnawing of dread at my heels overcomes,

and in the vast, open night I hear his voice echoing, "Why? Why?"

Exhaustion is becoming increasingly real

and in the distance I see escape,

an oasis of safety and sanctuary glowing ever long,

and I answer him wildly, "Why? Why? I DON'T KNOW WHY!"

My heart frozen in fear wishes to cease its beat

when the ground begins to crumble in and causes me to sheer.

And when I feel the loss of reason, of control, of hope to see day,

I plummet into the gaping mouth of the earth,

closing my eyes in acceptance of being devoured by nightmares.

 

And I awake.

I awake and I'm chilled, prickled in sweat,

my breathing shallow and my heartbeat a war cry,

my fingers trembling. I've lived the essence of fear.

I turn my head and see through my window the light of dawn approaching,

and with it, my Sanity.

Reviews

[Writer *78*]

I know what it means to have dreams like this, but for me dreams are few and far between as some say. I mediated for the first time in months last night (I usually dont do it at night for reasons I cant explain but I think because its dark that is why. I put light on though) When I mediate it seems as if Im drifting off to another world unknown to this one. Seeing things I cant fathom and such. When I came out of it last night I felt cpmpletely calm. This is very good writing which I think all can relate to. You seem to have the factor that everyone searches for. I hope that you will check out my work as well even if you dont accept read requests. Impressive work.

-Writer *78*

[Melody Telleria]

Thank you, you are very encouraging. Being told I have the factor is humbling. Words I long to read and hear. I will definitely look through your works.

[Patrick Henry]

Is it wrong to see and read this poem as exciting and gorgeous? It's an odd response, surely, but I feel inspired after reading this of you. Maybe I am giving away too much, here? lol This poem is like reading the back of a DVD, where you understand the plot and instantly you are hooked on the interest of the characters within. The only thing that threw me off was the first stanza because it "hangs". From "casting" to "dances" if there was a comma, then it would sound like something succeeds the end of this stanza that is building to complete the thought. "Heartbeat a war cry"...... Wow!! What a sweet way to stamp reality past the borders of insanity and dream with a dose of creating something that we all can relate to in these moments!! Very precise, quickly paced, and well-written poem, Melody. xoxo -Your Mark

[Melody Telleria]

I am enthralled that this poem inspires "exciting and gorgeous" in your mind! You must be more clear on what you think you are giving away (= And I'm happy you read my "moon" poem as I think I commented to you that I am fascinated by the moon and enjoyed your moon references.
I do feel that this poem portrays my descent into insanity and excitement in the most unsual of ways.

[Rob Santana]

Wow what a dream you had. Really detailed and of course full of imagery as most dreams are. You penned this really well. It felt and read very graceful. Good job.

[Melody Telleria]

Thank you, I'm glad it seemed graceful to you and that the imagery was strong.

[MandaBear]

Wow. What a dream you had! What did you eat before bed? lol(just playing) This was very interesting. I have had some scary nightmares too. I had this one about my dogs they got eaten by another dog. It was so scary that I went downstairs and sat with dad because I was soooo freaked out! Very impressive work though you could really feel what you felt and sometimes that can be hard but you did it flawlessly! Great Job!