Under Cover of the Night ~ #poetry

10 Thursday Aug 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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She keeps her face out of sight

Well hidden, beneath the hat

She has no wish, to be seen

No time for idle chat

Darting in and out of shadows

Dodging fluorescent lights

She’s a woman on a mission

Under cover of the night

Seeking out his lover

The one who’s tucked away

Knowing where to find them

She does, much to his dismay

Reaching for the pistol

Kept underneath her coat

She fires the shot, into his heart

For this poison, no antidote

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High Above ~ #poetry

08 Tuesday Aug 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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Sitting high, as I’m allowed

Quietly, here, above the clouds

Sprouted wings have found my back

Underneath, my empty pack

I have no need for earthly goods

I’ve left behind, the neighborhood

My journey ends and yet begins

Forgiven of my mortal sins

High above this earthly dome

God has called me to his home

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#FridayFantasy ~ The Broccoli Tree – #whimsical #dark #poetry

04 Friday Aug 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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Imagine how our life would be

If we all lived in a broccoli tree

On top of the stalk, our house would sit

Oh, can you just imagine it?!

Beautiful sunsets, out our backdoor

Who could ask for anything more!

Follow me, I’ll pave the way

For you to come, perhaps to stay

The light is always on, you’ll see

Just how happy you can be

Hurry now, no time to waste

But remember, you must never taste

For if you eat from the broccoli tree

The house will fall, and dead you’ll be

Staggering Heights ~ #dark #fiction

30 Sunday Jul 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in creative writing, Fiction

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The caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet. Even toothpicks wouldn’t have held these eyes open. They’d snap from the weight of my lids. Half asleep, I stood there, in a daze, trying to remember what had happened the night before. The elves, hammering away in my head, reassured me they hadn’t forgotten. These blackouts were becoming worrisome, not to mention altogether dangerous.

I glanced around the room, still not quite sure where I was. In the distance, I could make out the Manhattan skyline, lazily communing with the haze of morning. The view was a bit daunting, what with my fear of heights, which was rather quickly enveloping me. I turned around, knowing I probably needed more coffee to steady my nerves, and found I had already drained the pot.

My only recourse was to venture out into the noise of the morning commuters. I threw on some clothes, staggered out the door, stepped onto the elevator and fell 20 floors. Lying at the bottom of the elevator shaft, I had, at last, awakened.