THE CRIMSON REFLECTION
The sky’s crimson reflection
mars the ocean’s blue surface.
As the sun sets for the night,
it hides behind the darkening clouds.
The sky dips into its bag of tricks
to bring forth a yellowed moon.
As the sky becomes inky black,
the water flows blood red.
From the murky depths,
dark creatures rise this night.
Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,
leaving bloody footprints in the sand.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
BLUE
It calls for me tonight.
I will close my eyes tight.
I still can see the blue.
It lights up me and you.
I open my eyes and see
what I don’t believe can be.
Mountains and water so blue,
that your face reflects it too.
I’m lost at a carnival,
A carnival of nightmares.
A clown leers at me.
The knife-thrower aims
But misses.
I run into a tent.
Mirrors surround me,
Distorting my reflection.
I flee into the darkness,
Crashing through a mirror.
Glass rains on me.
I’m in a dark room.
The floor spins.
I grab for the walls.
They are wet and shiny.
There’s no way out.
The floor bottoms out,
And I’m falling.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Are we ever alone?
Do we carry with us
the spirits of the past;
the loved ones who
have passed?
I can feel them
and sometimes see them.
Can you?
Split Rock Magic by RJIPhotography on Flickr.
Red glows the sky.
I can see it
from way up high.
The water below
like a mirror I
can say hello.
The wind comes in.
I am chilled from
windows too thin.
This is still my place,
I wouldn’t trade it
for any other place.
Anguish is my sole friend.
Tentacles wrap me close
with its wiry arms of despair.
The day holds no easement for my pain.
The sun shines too bright from its tall pedestal.
The night brings forth the proud moon
that rides the sky with its chariot of horses.
Its glow lights the hearts of the forgotten.
Its reflection soothes the troubled soul.
One more minute before I join the others.
The ones who search for the white reflection
in the cold depths below.
mislaidatsea Deactivated Island of lost souls (1932)
Am I alone?
Someone is sitting beside me.
I turn.
There’s no one there.
Only the reflection
of a lost soul.
