Last night
My dreams
Were full of
Worsening pandemics
Dramatic climate change
And nuclear war!
Induced by alcohol
And falling asleep
With the radio on!
And i have awoken
With a head that is sore
And shell-shocked from my dreams
Personally
If i have a nightmare
I prefer more traditional ones
Like being naked in public
And/or
Being chased
By a cannabalistic randy headless swan!
But no swan-upping for me
As i stick to my pen
Whilst it bleeds
Ink on paper
Words forming
Slightly illegible
Like a drunken spider
Has crawled across
The pages of my scrawls

by Jemia

Valentines Day
If you're single
Is a simple
Yet brutal reminder
That although
You may be loved
By friends
There is no-one
Who actually fancies you
Or, you have admirers
So secret
That not even
MI5, MI6, The KGB, CIA
Or Interpol
Know of their existence
could be an
"Insane Vet Lady"
Unvetted!

by Jemia

An embroidery of words
Sewn together
Like a patchwork quilt
Or a tapestry
Woven
From the wild imaginings
Of my mind
Following the thread
Of thoughts
Yet sometimes
Lain naked
Without a stitch
And aware
That a stitch in time
Saves nine
Reflections on life
Dealing with emotions
Before they cascade
Out of control
Becoming
An undulating deluge
I thread the needle
This time with red
Embroidered arteries
My lifeblood
Coursing through
My heart of silk

by Jemia

The Killing

We gathered together
In a circle of magic
Lost in the moment
As harpists wove
Their enchantment
Each chord
Echoed
Reverberated
Into the flowing tide
Of our arteries
Into, and through our hearts
As though we were the strings
Then out of the dewy mists
Came a roaring
As before my eyes
I watched with horror
As my dancing companions
Fall to the ground
Impaled on iron spears
Their blood
Began to flow outwards
Still pulsing
From the music
I fled
As they bled
I glanced round
Just the once
Seeing the carnage
And the grinning
Triumphant humans
Savages
Murderers of the innocent
Celebrating their cowardice
I wept
And bled
Then disappeared into the mist

by Jemia

Dappled grey dreams
Within the misty forests
Of the mind
A sleeping dragons breath
Firey red embers drift
As puddles
Of cindered smoke
Whisper gently
Onto the tongues
Of Humming birds
Now muted
Like incandescent fireflies
Glowing, and flowing
Succumbing, no longer humming
Floundering
Their ashen memories
Now blown askew
Dreams of a Phoenix
Long overdue
Lie vacant
In vacuous vacuums
Drifting into portals
Of other realities
Of other voids
Of nothingness
The dream dies
Eyes blink open
Into another day
Of a different kind
Of dappled grey

by Jemia

Gnomadic   a wandering, meandering gnome
Misgnomer a female gnome
Metrognome     uses the London Underground
Gnominate   lazy gnome, idle  
Gnomad  a sane gnome
Gnoman'sland    where male gnomes reside
Gnome de guerre     see agnominous
Agnominous  a gnome with nous
Gnome de plume not a real gnome, might be a plum!
Gnome de plump An overweight gnome
Gnome more   enough already!

by Jemia

Mind Invasion

It's now so late
It's early
The time between
When creatures of the night
Are no longer hunting
Yet a long while
Until the sunrise
Begins to waken
To a new day
Where words
Are lost in thoughts
And thoughts
Are thrown into dreams
Where the world
Is a surreal abstract place
Where almost everything
Has no rhyme
Or reason
Where madness, and horror
Are the norm
With the occasional crumb of ***
Lurks with intimate intent
Visiting new places
Meeting strange faces
That we will never see again
These alien invaders
Of the sleeping mind

by Jemia