Once Upon a Time

Edvard Munch, The Storm

Once Upon a Time

Shadows crept,
then grew bolder
dreams were born,
then grew older,

blood boiled,
passion ebbed
now spiders dangle
from silvered webs

in dusty corners
where mice skitter
through this-and-that—
history’s litter.

Those were the days,
they once said,
the toasts of ghosts,
our dead.

A quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word is bold.

61 thoughts on “Once Upon a Time

  1. “in dusty corners
    where mice skitter
    through this-and-that—
    history’s litter.”
    LOVE these lines….and then the “those were the days” ….and the ghosts appear. Enjoyed this one very much!

  2. I love the way you stretched out those 44 words into four stanzas, each perfect in its own right. I especially enjoyed the rhyming, and the lines:
    ‘dreams were born,
    then grew older’
    the ‘dusty corners / where mice skitter’ – amazing sound in that word!

  3. Very imaginative poem for the word ‘bold’. I like the first verse about the dreams being born and growing older…it brings to mind old photograph albums where you turn the pages and wonder about the people who lived in those times. You see pictures of the people young and carefree, and yet, they have passed from this life long ago. It brings to mind that we must live our dreams day by day…

    • Thank you so much, Linda.
      I wasn’t thinking of an old photograph album, but I absolutely can imagine it. And who knows–I did take notice of some old photos at my sister’s a week ago. . .

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