Saturday, January 29, 2011


Blood red walls
bear silent witness to
the death
of dreams.

beckons you to the water,
offering glimpses of escape.
Day pass.
Stay of execution.

When the pounding stops,
when the water stops,
silence descends.

Silence follows you to the grey room.
Silence peers through frozen glass with dead eyes.
Silence cannot escape this wall of white.

The dead world holds you firm inside this cage.

The above is my submission to the First Annual Cabin Fever Competition being held by the clever umbrellalady, who knows exactly what we need at this time of year. Check out the details here and play along.


Allison said...

A trip to Van is just what you need!!

Chilling poem. Didn't make me miss winter one bit. :)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You know it, girl! I will gladly trade in that solid wall of white for a little rain, Al, especially since it means getting to hang with some fine peeps.

Anonymous said...

a trip to Hawaii would do you fine but then you wouldn't write such uplifting poetry

umbrellalady said...

Looks great, Barb! Thanks for the plug!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's a real feel-good piece, isn't it, Kelly? Sort of the opposite of what I would write on a Hawaiian beach.

It was a fun exercise., Kathy! I'm looking forward to reading all the entries.