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Friday Fantasy ~ Dominant Power – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

12 Friday Apr 2019

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There is something about her, a blazing fire in her eyes

O’er the distant mountains, her wicked sparks do fly

Standing atop the castle, sweet Raven on her arm

She glances back to find a man, she’s alluring with her charm

Coaxing him ever closer, she patiently waits to see

If, indeed, he is the one, she hopes he will be

The skies are burning brighter, her body stokes the flame

A vixen, flaxen hair of gold, is calling out his name

He dare not try to turn around, she has him in her hold

Nearing the edge, in the end, her flame returns to cold

Though fire burns and Raven caws, she feels no contrition

For they who have met their untimely death…

The Dominant, has conquered her submission

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ She’ll Never Know – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

05 Friday Apr 2019

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Each night, as she approached the stairs

He would appear, but was not really there

Unsure, if it was simply her imagination

Wondering, if it was merely her own creation

Never could she find him, he was hidden well

Still, he held her, completely, under his spell

Spindles on the staircase, illuminated glow

Shadows in the hallway, dancing to and fro

Footsteps creaking, across the floor of tiles

They seemed to keep walking on, for miles

No matter where she turned, she was alone

The only sound around, a low, guttural groan

Twas the shimmer of a light, quite an eerie thing

Laughter at the doorway, made the doorbell ring

Why is it, he would toy with her, and scare her so?

Why was she chosen, perhaps, she’ll never know

 

 

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Last – #poetry

22 Friday Mar 2019

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The midnight sun rises, sheds its light

As I sit here, making music, in the night

He plays a fiddle, made from thine bones

While my guitar strums, though not alone

A ghostly vision, stands near and plays

The fountain bubbles in mysterious ways

I feel the fire and flora, as they swoon

I can’t help notice, what of this moon?

Does it bring to me, a glimpse, too far?

Or a warning, played, through my guitar

So many men, this way have passed

I dare wonder now, am I the last?

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ A Dragon Never Rests – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

15 Friday Mar 2019

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.


A frosty forest, tells the tale
Of a knight, a man so brave
Thought he slayed the dragon
And left him in his cave

But little did he know
A dragon never rests
He waits for his revenge
Never settles second best

Mighty steed, across the bridge
They trod, through the snow
A banner, waving victory
While beast is down below

Good thing for the knight
The bridge was rather steep
He made it past the creature
Who was laying, fast asleep

This isn’t where the story ends
Perhaps, another tale, my friends

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Friday Fantasy ~ The Golden Key – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

08 Friday Mar 2019

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.


In my hands I hold the key, a golden wand to set me free

Swirl, the winds about me, fly, watch as magic awakens, by

Sounds from my voice, subdued, I must set the perfect mood

Allow the spirits to commune, I can feel them, coming soon

I cannot rush this, I must wait, else, this magic seals my fate

Swirl, the winds about me, fly, watch as magic awakens, nigh

No longer in my hands, the key, my spirit flies, at last, I’m free

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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