#FridayFantasy ~ Unsuspecting – #poetry for #Halloween


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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
Photo via Pixabay

You’ll Never be Alone – #poetry #mom


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For Mom, my guardian angel…

Subtle little clues
You like to leave behind
To let me know you’re with me
Making it easier to find

Boxes filled with memories
Clothes, once hung upon the door
Are now laying in the hallway
Where you’ve put them, on the floor

You really needn’t show me
I can feel your presence near
Reminding me to be careful
Of the many treasures here

I’ve wrapped them up in paper
Placed them gently, as not to break
Packed up everything I could
Oh, how my heart does ache

Yet, in very quiet moments,
When I am in your home,
I can hear you whisper
“You’ll never be alone”


©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Karina Cubillo from Pixabay

Just a Hat – #limerick #poetry #whimsical


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It has been a long time since we sat

Way back then, I believe we were phat

Our days were confounded

Skeletons abounded

Now naked, donned only in a hat


©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Gerhard G. from Pixabay

Just Me and the Universe – #poetry of #escape


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I’ll float, far away
Into clouds of unknown
Settled sweetly in this basket
I now call my home
Heading for the crescent
Lighting the sky
A place in the heavens
Tis where I shall fly.

My balloon, it mimics
The likes of a fish
One made of jelly
Upon which I wish
To travel to places
I’ve not been before
Clipping the mountain tops
Over the shore.

Skirting the lands
I’ll make my escape
With the wind in my hair
And the night, taking shape
Just me and the universe
Stretching our wings
Flying, free as a bird
With naught anchoring.


©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay