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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

Category Archives: Poetic Prose

A Ladder to the Universe – #poeticprose – #whatdoyousee?

23 Saturday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry, What Do You See?

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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 rather odd-shaped ladder, led me to this wall; I wonder, should I step over, what will happen if I fall? The painted sign tells me “THE BEGINNING IS NEAR”; what I see from this vantage point, is beautiful and clear. But what exactly does that mean, I thought this was the end; if I was to leave this planet, I surely hope I would ascend. Yet, I can only see, ahead of me, a sky so blue; perhaps this is my destiny, though I’m not sure what to do.

I feel a wee bit lost, to this I have avowed; still, I cannot pull myself away, watching celestial clouds. Saturn captures my very heart, tis a place I long to see; will they welcome an earthling, or exile the likes of me? That nebula looks lovely, and that distant star, aglow; a few more steps is all I need, then over the top I’ll go! On second thought, it’s best I wait, until the time is right; for now I’ll leave the universe here, and bid it a grand goodnight.

 

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“Short & not always Sweet” is now available for pre-order on Kindle!

18 Monday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in New Book Release, Poetic Prose, Poetry, short story

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Hi Everyone!!

 

I’m excited to announce my book, “Short & not always Sweet – Short Stories, Passages and Poetic Prose” is now available for pre-order from Amazon for Kindle!  This is the first book to include my short stories, as well as my poetry and short passages.  I hope you enjoy it.

To pre-order, please use this link:   “Short & not always Sweet” Pre-Order for Kindle

If you’re so inclined, I’d be forever grateful if you shared.  Thank you so very much!  ❤

 

The release date for Kindle is March 28, 2019, with the paperback edition following shortly after.

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Sounds in the Night ~ #poeticprose #spirits

26 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry

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Water drips in the shower stall, there’s no one in that room, at all; revelry, a party, who’s it for? I can’t take this anymore. What are these sounds, voices that cry, and wake the slumber from my eyes; why do they always come for me, why can’t they leave and let me be! Or in the least, invite me too, but who, indeed, I have no clue.

I’ve heard them so many times before, so I sneak across the hallway floor; but, of course, there’s no one here, another nightmare, this I fear. I try to go back to my room, but stop, to smell the sweet perfume. Who is it, they, who wreck my sleep, and cause these visions, much too deep; I think it’s how they toy with me, I ponder a moment, then disagree.

Deciding, at last, I should ignore; I go back to my bed, but leave open, the door.

 

Author’s Note:  based on a true incident, a somewhat nightly occurrence.

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0

 

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#writephoto – Inside the Tomb – #shortstory

11 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry, WritePhoto

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She knew of no other way to get the message to him but to sneak inside the tomb and leave it there. A red rose would signal it was definitely from her. Waiting for the dark of night, she crept her way in and quietly placed the note on the first soldier, a stone statue, laying on the ground. She never remembered it being knocked over, and oddly, there was not a crack in it. It was as if it had carefully laid itself down on the floor, but stones can’t move on their own, she reminded herself.

Night was falling quickly, and the crypt was growing darker by the minute. Shadows, from the moonlight, painted pictures on the walls. She couldn’t chance lighting a torch, for fear she’d be seen where she should not be. Tiptoeing, leaning her hands against the walls, she headed for the opening in the side of the mountain. She had just about reached it when she heard voices. Two, she thought, both men. Perhaps one was her beloved, Nathan, but he was too early. Had she miscalculated the amount of time she was inside? She found her way into a small crevasse and hoped they wouldn’t notice her. The light had faded enough that the place was in total darkness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I saw a girl come in, but it’s too dark now, to see anything.”

They saw her! Wait!  Who? How could that be? She thought she had slipped in, without being seen by anyone. Then again, she hadn’t seen them. Where had they been standing? The trees on the hillside were barren, as winter made its approach. Surely, she would have noticed two figures. She felt something crawling on her arm, and afraid to move, she prayed it was simply a spider and would find its own way. But she felt yet another, and another. How could she possibly stay still!?

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I thought I heard something. This place is spooky, let’s get out of here. We can check tomorrow, before dawn, and this time, remember the flashlights!!”

And with that, the two made their way out of the crypt and Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She had to get out of there fast, and get whatever was crawling on her off. As she made her way out, she lit her torch and looked around. It appeared she had sat on an ants nest and they were out to let her know it was time to move on. She laughed to herself, told them she was sorry, and made her way back home.

The town was quiet now, and soon the knights would make their rounds, and Nathan would find her note, the one with the red rose, waiting patiently. She still wondered how the knight in the tomb had fallen, but she would have to figure that out another time.

“I told you she was in there.”

“Great, how do we get to the jewels hidden in that stone knight? And why was she in there in the first place? Maybe we should go back NOW, since we know she’s not there.”

“No, the police will be making the rounds soon. We’ll be thrown in jail if they catch us. We can wait. That cave isn’t going anywhere.”

 

To be continued…

 

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent – Honour

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Ultimate Battle – #poetry #JanuaryWriting

11 Friday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetic Prose

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Prepared for the ultimate battle
She made her presence known
A tigress she, on mountain high
Wanted next, to rule the throne

Standing above the land below
She need only stare to frighten
They, who bowed down to her
Who deemed herself, a titan

Til they, who called her majesty
Found her secret, but didn’t tell
That there was nothing noble here
And soon, the warning, a final knell

Where once, no one could get close
They surrounded this deceitful knave
And the crown, placed, upon her head
Would soon be taken, to her grave

Betrayed, by the one they worshiped
They quickly slayed her, on the spot
She, who had prepared for this battle
Forgot the one, in which she was not

 

January Writing Prompt – Prepared for battle, she made her presence known – Day 11/31

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