22 Friday Oct 2021
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Halloween, Poetry
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She blends with the mist
In the soft moonlight
Heading for the castle
In the pitch of night
23 Friday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Cinquain, Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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This knight
Summoned, chosen
By the light of the moon
Knows chivalry does not falter
Nor die
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Instead
His mighty stance
Shows determination
Dauntless, he and his loyal steed
Trust faith
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Image by Yuri_B from Pixabay
09 Friday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Butterfly Cinquain, Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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Enticed
She climbs the steps
Daring the fates, unknown
White candles flicker, beckoning
Seduced
This fire, out of her control
Burns deeply in her soul
She falls victim
Betrayed
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
16 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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Ghoulish creature in full moon light
Eerily stalking you, in ebony night
No longer hidden, the Hunter’s Moon glows
Lighting the way, with terror, he shows
A hideous face, with a sickle in hand
His quest for you, most carefully planned
Watching and waiting, he stares in the dark
Empty eyes gazing, he’s leaving his mark
Quivering soul, he’s gotten into your head
Wearing you down, no escape from the dead
Photo and Poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
09 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, Halloween, mortal, Night Owl Poetry, poems, treat, trick, witch, writing
Perched up high, upon a branch
In the forest, dark and scary
The owl waits for his next prey
Though his mistress, quite contrary
She sits inside, in black of night
By the window, where she eyes
Creatures scurrying about the grass
And much to her surprise
One comes closer, just enough
So the door, she opens wide
Watches as it makes its way
Unsuspecting, now inside
The cauldron boils and bubbles
As the witch begins to chortle
“Trick or treat, my tasty one
It’s time for my nightly mortal”
©2017 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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