A Leap into the Unconscious
First sleep came down, relentless
as your memory, love is an echo,
reverberating from visions of a life
from the past.
Translucent rain in crescendo, onyx
night in mock surrender, an owl in
stealth mode, stalking its prey, no
moon, no stars, not tonight.
A cadence of cohesive dream,
cascade and plummet within an
ensnared mind, the wilderness
shrieks, tears, and blood infused,
boil and flow.
Remember the elders of the cryptic
forest? Remember the trees and the
myths of our youth?
Our village has been sacked! Our brows
are now furrowed and anointed with oil.
Bridges burned and perished foliage
erased and oceans darkened, loaded
dice are tossed from the tainted
Beast graze upon bloodstained grass,
from here the entire universe could
bear witness, as the gulf between us
©Wayne Russell all rights reserved
Wayne Russell is or has been many things in his 48 years on this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited Degenerate Literature. Just recently, the kind editors at Ariel Chart has nominated Wayne for his first Pushcart Prize for the poem Stranger in a Strange Town. “Where Angels Fear” is his debut e-book.