Wednesday, September 28, 2005

She Dreamed of a House


She dreamed of a house
lonely in fields
its yawning dark windows
silence concealed.

She wept at a house
yearning to leave
but whispers were twisting
cold on the breeze.

She screamed in a house
smothered by walls
ensnared by the secrets
lost in the halls.

She died in a house
never alone
tormented in stillness
buried below.

I dreamed of a house.

8 comments:

anne frasier said...

very cool photo and poem!!!

jason evans said...

Thanks Anne! I wanted to do something for the Gothic fiction readers coming here. I'm not totally thrilled with it, but I'll let it stay.

Shesawriter said...

Jason,

That, my friend, was fabulous. Very eerie, very poignant. I loved it. I didn't know you dabbled in poetry. Wow. Good writing!

Tanya

DIE! DIE! said...

I like it! Good job. I my latest poetry posted at my blog.

anne frasier said...

jason, did you take the photo? if so, how did you process it? i really do love it and the poem. they go together so nicely and create such a great mood.

jason evans said...

Anne, yes I did take the photo (about 18 years ago)! The trick is that the film was infrared black & white (I messing around). That kind of film is interesting stuff. You have to keep it refrigerated and must load/unload the camera in total darkness. The reason for the ghostly effect in that object reflect infrared light differently than visible light. For example, green plants appear white, because so much IR is reflected. People often look strange too, like you can kind of see beneath their skin.

anne frasier said...

thanks, jason! i've never tried infrared film. i think i may have heard it's expensive and hard to work with. very worth it for you -- the image is beautiful and haunting.

Beanie said...

Very nice.