surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
the mouse squeaks (1)
The mouse squeaks. A faint, high-pitched note escapes the shadows of the old library, where dust motes hang suspended in the air like tiny stars in a forgotten galaxy. Beneath an oak desk, its legs carved with curling vines, the mouse—a common gray thing with a twitching nose—pauses.
By zay lillium2 years ago in Poets
the mouse squeaks (4)
The figure steps into the faint light of a guttering candle. It is tall, impossibly so, and wrapped in a cloak that seems to ripple like oil on water. Its face is hidden beneath a hood, but where eyes should be, there is only a void, a blackness so deep it feels like falling.
By zay lillium2 years ago in Poets
the mouse squeaks (2)
The mouse freezes, its nose quivering as it scents the air. A faint smell of mildew and something sharper—metallic, like blood—lurks just beyond its comprehension. The mouse considers bolting but doesn’t. Instead, it advances toward the book, tiny claws clicking against the warped wooden floor.
By zay lillium2 years ago in Poets
