Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: dreamlike poetry

  • The Sun Of Dismay

    The Sun Of Dismay

    The Sun of dismay irradiated its glowing rays of light all over me, as if I were not aware enough of my cruel fate. I wish I could have escaped from that hostile destiny, but I was bound to it by an eternal oath.

    My sighs and tears could not arrest that tragic scenario poised to, all of a sudden, dismiss the totality of my most cherished dreams. Not even the nighttime legends and fairy tales could divert my attention.

    The nocturnal echoes of the barn owls and nightjars interrupted my silent contemplation, every time I stared at the moon from my balcony adorned with ancient finds and magical manuscripts.

    Beyond the horizon, I was not able to catch sight of anything else but my dreadful fears that filled my heart with a bitter anguish. And suddenly a freezing wind rose, freezing all the mirrors of my antique mansion.

    The Sun of dismay didn’t appear anymore since the day I had decided to fall in love with my regrets and solitude. Nevertheless, far away, cast away from my memories, an obsolete shadow kept haunting the peaceful realm of my thoughts.

    No candle dared to illuminate the darkness that dwelled in my realm of nightmares and oddities. My reflection in broken mirrors made me perceive that I was an evanescent hologram of my own imagination.

    Was all that real or just a dream? A rocambolesque confusion suddenly struck me like a purely casual event. Surreal was everything I ever dreamed of and mostly the suspense of my bizarre fate.

    My invisibility was my strength and the loneliness swarming around me tempted me to surrender to every hesitation of mine, even when the Sun of dismay persisted in materialising like an unexpected ghost.

    All my wishes vanished and they were replaced by restlessness in the shape of ghouls wandering in the endless labyrinth of my chance, where destiny and randomness became indistinguishable.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Silence Of The Night

    The Silence Of The Night

    The silence of the night made me travel till the end of the material worlds
    Where I lost my direction and purpose in life without hesitation
    I began my journey to the ethereal and idyllic realm of phantoms and elegiac mirage
    I fell over and over again for I was unaware of my path made of sharp stones and brambles drawing my attention
    Withered roses and arcane trees surrounded me under the shape of precious acquaintances
    While I could see castles in the air floating like ephemeral flowers’ petals

    The silence of the night lulled me to the brink of a deep slumber made of delusional chimaeras and phantasmagorias
    So soothing was the melody of the nocturnal birds hovering in the forest
    So sweet was the exquisite scent of extravagant blossoms in the magic meadows
    Where I was lingering with all my laziness willing to lose my ability for discernment
    Indulging in desires and imagination
    My mind began quietly to be inclined toward hesitation
    Lost in the chaotic shenanigans of my doubts and fears

    Enchantments and witchcraft blossomed under the shape of occult grimoires, scarlet roses, and magic lanterns
    Which surrounded me with their glimmers and shadows
    While crystal hourglasses and iridescent sand marked the passage of my time in that fairy-tale world
    Where even compasses lost all sense of direction
    In that extraordinary aura of mysterious wonders and inexplicable visions
    Crows and ravens flew around the sparkling moon
    Singing hymns to the majestic night

    The cold waft of the darkness struck me
    Not yet able to wake me up from my profound slumber
    Since no compass was able to guide me in that topsy-turvy mystery
    Which had become a part of me and haunted the chasms of my imaginings
    At last, I had altered the silence of the night into a delirious stupor of wild dreams and spellbinding adventures.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Kingdom Of Eternal Twilight

    The Kingdom Of Eternal Twilight

    The kingdom of eternal twilight appeared like an exquisite chimaera
    My fantastic secret realm belonged only to forgotten legends
    For centuries and epochs, it was just a dream
    However, whenever it was, it manifested as a tangible creature of my fantasies
    Always crowded with crimson roses and skies that no mortal painter could ever imitate

    The kingdom of eternal twilight was extremely tangible in all its absurdity
    Every lantern illuminated a promise rather than a path
    And every flower bloomed with memories that no longer belonged to me
    But to oblivion
    Each crimson rose released gems of wisdom under the shape of glimmering stars
    Since the day they had never belonged to any living soul
    Their petals shimmered like fragments of remote sunsets
    While ethereal clouds carried arcane prophecies

    The kingdom of eternal twilight manifested in all its magnificence
    Every dream of mine did let me discover magic gardens and enchanted meadows
    It was an outlandish realm with magnificent castles
    Where behind each gothic archway there was not another room
    But an abyss of enigmas and unattainable dreams
    Which had patiently awaited to epitomise delights and nightmares for centuries

    I discovered mysterious labyrinths where scarlet birds sang forsaken hymns beneath trees adorned with silver leaves
    A marvellous unicorn emerged from the mist, crowned with branches of golden flowers
    Then, they silently gazed into my eyes as though I were an old acquaintance since eternity
    I followed their trail through an emerald maze where countless fountains reflected impossible constellations
    At the centre of those mesmerised surroundings, I found a magic fountain surrounded by stone flowers
    Somehow, it seemed to me that that bizarre place had been waiting for me hereafter

    Perhaps the kingdom of eternal twilight had never belonged to my dreams
    Maybe my dreams had always belonged to it
    Or possibly I had always belonged to my dreams and never to myself.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering in oblivion with the certitude in my heart that I belonged more to my afflictions than to my desires
    I knew not where my fate was taking me
    The only inevitability I couldn’t avoid was my obsessive quest to follow my dreams
    My fantastic world was all I demanded so impulsively
    And that everlasting flame was glowing intensely into my heart

    I felt betrayed by the time and all the previous events that dragged me into the pit of anguish
    It was real as much as I was breathing, and I couldn’t prevent being overwhelmed
    A huge imaginary mountain was on my chest, for I didn’t realise I had brought such huge exhaustion over and over again for a considerable time, too many times
    Lost and deluded, I chose seclusion as a way to bear that overflowing burden

    So far I wandered that I got lost in mazes and forests, for I was seeking pursuits and chances
    Even though I knew there was no compass guiding me in the infinite darkness of the nights I spent in dizziness and confusion
    Bitter was the dismay that distressed my heart in the loneliest journey of my existence
    Whenever I searched for comfort, I only found sparse, few and far-between hopes for a spark of delight

    The sunlight became bright and dark, creating shadows all over my path, while the moon advanced with pride as the queen of the long nights when my slumber was trembling with fear of the unknown. At last, I could hear the silence whispering presages and tales. Hence, there I was, lonely in my frailty and chaos, never ready for new adventures whilst wandering in oblivion and suspense. I had forgotten all my bygone remembrances as well as my name and my most cherished dreams.

    As long as the moon shone alongside the stars, I could make wishes that shattered at the mountain’s peak. But all fell silent, and I remained in my castle, admiring the splendid panorama before me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Magic Sunsets

    Magic Sunsets

    Magic sunsets manifested in the abyss of torpor and oblivion
    While the ocean breeze stroked my hair in the unconsciousness of my slumber
    Although I had relinquished the kingdom of shallowness and impermanence
    I never settled for an adventure bound to rational manuscripts and shoddy fantasy

    I always dreamed of magic sunsets and enchanted castles
    Mostly when the ancient clock of my secret mansion ticked each second of my life
    It pressured me to advance and grab as much knowledge as I could
    But each time I drank from the goblet of wisdom
    Every memory would vanish away like tiny sand grains in the wind

    In vain I cried, and as desperate as I was, I evoked the spirits of that magical realm of sugary illusions and flaming roses
    The magnificent sunlight greeted me each day without ceremonies
    But only making my roses bloom like shimmering gems in every shade of orange and red

    Beneath sparkling magic sunsets, each lantern glimmered to chaperone me to the precious and beloved castle that was in front of me exactly as I had imagined it
    The aura was full of exquisite flower scents whose petals were falling all over me like confetti raindrops
    Orange quartz, citrine and carnelian adorned my hair under the shape of a fabulous crown, and tangerine flowers adorned my dress

    I could intentionally realise that I was no longer dreaming, being part of a marvellous world where dreams always came true, and happiness was spilling all over the realm
    The enchantment of that fairy tale was so intense that I hadn’t even realised I was completely alone, save for the legendary creatures
    No doubt or fear could touch me now that I was the sovereign of my world of wonders and oddities

    Without ever tearing my gaze away from the beauty of those magical sunsets that had transported me into my world of imprudence and frenzy, I finally embraced my bizarre and mysterious fate with its myriad of surprises and eternal marvel.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Under Dreams And Enchantments

    Under Dreams And Enchantments

    Under spells and enchantments
    In nightmares I lived my nighttimes
    Surrounded by withered roses
    Dreaming of castles in the aether

    I wandered endlessly in the forest of the realm of oddities and wonders
    Wishing to find the secrets of wisdom and foolishness
    Although I knew that there was no certainty in this perilous path
    Being my fate an ocean of obscure surprises

    Invisible shadows whispered my name and announced my future ventures
    Beautiful ravens followed me like faithful and devoted companions
    And beyond my imagination, that fantastical world manifested in all its frightful marvels

    Under spells and enchantments
    I knew not who I really was
    Surrounded by stone flowers and magic lanterns
    Dreaming of flying dragons beneath the purple moonlight

    Delighted by the company of ancient books and candles
    I embarked on my own journey of knowledge and nonsense
    For I felt a creature of the infinite night
    Devil-may-care, I walked through forsaken aisles in decadent castles

    I felt a tiny speck in an endless infinity
    While admiring the magnificent landscapes the night was offering me
    Beneath a night sky adorned with stars and clouds
    Mesmerised by magic mirrors and crimson roses

    I couldn’t have imagined that I was able to transcend the reality that had limited my fantasy for so long
    But there I was
    Me and my enchanted dreams
    At last
    Under spells and enchantments
    In my own realm of fantasy
    A deliberate victim of my own illusions

    Previously, I had lingered endlessly in the grey zone of hopes and sorrows
    However, I decided to embrace a new transformation
    Detaching from all my previous versions of myself
    Nevermore watching back

    Forever longing for marvellous castles floating in the air in my garden of crimson roses and arcane trees
    Faraway from the abyss of nothingness
    Evermore under spells and enchantments.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A Storm Of Forsaken Longings

    A storm of forsaken longings overwhelmed my humble slumber in a torrid night
    I lost myself in the garden of daring dreams
    I proceeded to embrace my transformation
    I became a creature of the night and the custodian of the most secret enigmas of the stars
    So dazzlingly dark the night sky had become
    That I forgot every dream of mine
    A lullaby enchanted me and I dared not feel any anguish
    Unaware of what wisdom could have taught me
    While I lived on the scent of the flowers of illusion
    Willing to come to be a bloom blushing under the moonlight

    A storm of forsaken longings appeared in my night dreams
    As if I were bound to an endless labyrinth of delusional enthusiasm
    Whenever a bitter apprehension emerged like a ghost, it made me feel like a seashell made of sand and wind
    Under the influence of all the whims of my unsteady fate
    Hence, I felt the urge to embrace my chaos and vulnerability
    Although I was fragile like a snowflake
    I never ceased to endure the challenges of my destiny
    So much I had coveted to take a look at the crystal orb retaining all the riddles of my future
    That I wished to be a witch ruling the realms of the sea and sky

    I had always questioned all the mirrors encountered in my quest to discover my true self
    I really yearned to catch a glimpse of my real image
    But I have never been allowed to rest my gaze on those silver surfaces
    I had become a mystery to myself
    I never made an acquaintance with my soul
    And my heart could have known more than me what I truthfully was
    Even when the ocean breeze had whispered my name, I couldn’t understand what the great mystery of existence was.
    I felt infinite and finite at the same time.
    An everlasting flame embodied my passions, which not even the most fierce storm could ever extinguish.
    No forsaken longings.
    Only crimson roses blooming under a starry sky.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Night Lies Over Me

    The Night Lies Over Me

    The night lies over me like an immense quilted blanket of stars and gloomy clouds
    Sweet are the whispers of my dreams that welcome me into their magical alcove
    Lost in the depths of my imagination
    I continue to wander in the night
    Unaware of my fate, I am blindfolded on my uncertain path
    Letting the disquiet burn in my heart as if I were a candle in a storm
    I wait for the thorns to turn into feathers in my secret garden of mystery
    Everything is concealed from my eyes
    And I wake up in the haze and turmoil
    In front of me only emptiness and the scent of fear
    How long could I have fed myself on the illusion of my dreams?
    I know not as long as the clouds obscured the stars
    I covet fondly the freedom of birds lingering in the firmament
    I struggle intensely to catch a glimpse of withered flowers and evanescent butterflies
    And the night lies over me again like a layered shroud
    Quietly the wind whispers legends and enchantments
    Taking me into the fantastic realm of chimaeras and the overworld
    Where no mortal soul could be conceived
    Since only fabulous creatures inhabit my fantasy
    Loneliness surrounds me and hushes my eagerness to lose myself easily in the maze of foolishness
    I sense my dreams as the only reality where I am my tangible self
    An ocean filled with delusions and empty shells attempts to swallow my awareness
    The exquisite scent of roses and magnolias cannot rescue me any longer
    Since the oblivion of the night’s desires takes hold of me
    It was too late for me to redeem my heart
    In the solitude of the dusk
    When everything seemed so painfully calm
    Alas, could I finally find myself in the lost abyss of my ineptitude?
    I sigh and dream
    No further wisdom enlightens my vision
    Now that the night lies over me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Tragedies

    A Storm Of Tragedies

    A storm of tragedies suddenly overwhelmed me
    Dragging me into the abyss of despair and surrender
    A delight for my weeping heart that was burning like an inextinguishable flame
    My fate knew no expectation
    No longing was any longer granted to me
    I had been overwhelmed once again
    And I had been forsaken by my own stars
    Rather, I had been retained in shadows and dismay
    Lost in my soliloquies
    I realised that it was all a dreadful dream
    A nightmare in disguise
    And so the eternal night never came to an end
    The sky was invisible to me
    While I was relegated to my secret vault
    In solitude and dismay, I was destined to endure my existence
    Emptiness was swallowing me from within
    As I could hear the sound of my tears collapsing incessantly on the frigid soil
    Anguish didn’t spare my heart, stroking it like a ceaseless dismay
    I knew not what destiny might have reserved for me
    Dread kept my heart in pangs, helpless in its naivety and foolishness
    Even the moon averted its gaze from me
    Whilst a deafening silence surrounded me
    The cold wind of the eternal night could no longer hurt me
    Since I had become a creature of darkness, without longings or expectations
    My downfall had become my reprieve
    I had found delight in discomfort and grief
    My secret refuge was made of dust and bare stones
    My comfort and haven were made of chaos
    Dreaming of starlight and love was only a remote chimeara
    I was no longer the privileged creature of stars and rainbows
    Instead, I belonged to the realm of gloomy skies and vicious traps
    In my frozen loneliness and seclusion
    Therein I was destined to subsist in decadence and sweet melancholy
    With no rescue or transformation
    Pearls and tears were flowing down my face and body
    And I remained therein forever.
    Elisabetta Esther

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