Pandora’s Box

It started out with a kiss in a scene
A silent dream in black and white
Beauty brought silver to the screen
With eyes that sparkled so bright

Then it was the expected senses that mattered
And the new dream became a coloured noise
Leaving the old silver tattered
And beauty was lost without a voice

© 2013 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved
(A poem I wrote as a tribute to Louise Brooks)

The cry of the wolf

Woods of silver, a hidden sight
Lures behind the trees
Among the shadows of night
A silent roar in a breeze

Mountains of silver, a frozen howl
A call to others of his kind
To share his nightly prowl
But no one to find

Eyes of gold, a stolen tear
Colours the ground red
A cry he can not hear
Now everyone is dead

© 2013 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved