Eyes watching in the dark, eye-balls
Rolling in my mind, asleep
I see owls glide through dusty halls
Where bodies hang from beams:
Choking nooses, spider webs
Round a gargoyle's grotesque head,
Belching fire from its mouth;
Flame spurting from a writhing mouse
With sudden shriek caught in its throat,
Carried away with dying note
From church-bells far away, and then
The silent dark floods me again.
Scary and bloodthirsty. I wonder, what would Freud say to this? :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This works well - strong evocative imagery. I particularly liked the line 'eyeballs rolling in my mind'. Alison