26 Friday Apr 2019
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Gossamer
A single strand waits
Patiently
As she hides
Yet, always contemplating
Her tangle of doom
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24 Wednesday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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Setting fire to the midnight sky
She takes off, upon her broom
Halloween, the witch’s right
Tis the hour of certain doom
She leaves her black cat, safe at home
As she flies about, through the clouds
He mews his loudest, atop the dome
She repeats to him, he’s not allowed
This is her night, to release her wrath
Probably better if you stay home, too
For the broom of doom, in its aftermath
Makes you, the main course, for her stew
October Writing Prompt – The Broom of Doom – Day 24/31
OctPoWriMo
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30 Sunday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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Her thoughts, most lascivious, in every way
Lips, red as cherry wine, prominently, on display
Body, laid perfectly, on a feathered bed
While concupiscent callings filled her head
Alone in the room, she impatiently waited
No aphrodisiac could have kept her sedated
Quietly, he entered, his scent filled the room
He knew her lust for him, would be her doom
September Writing Prompt – Concupiscent callings – Day 30/30 – Another month is over! It went so fast!!
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01 Sunday Jul 2018
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An open portal, a light shines through
Illuminating the walls, but who
Has opened up, this once locked door
And casts no shadow, upon the floor
No figure leaves its shape or form
Surely, this is not the norm
So I approach the space with care
Afraid, of what I might find there
Footsteps clack, upon the stone
Now I know, for sure, I’m not alone
And yet, there’s no one standing near
I wait, for someone to appear
Hold my breath, try not to blink
What little courage, begins to sink
The light, again, begins to grow
I turn, but there’s no place to go
Only one way out, the door, awaits
It seems, at last, I’ve sealed my fate
The signs, have all been crystal clear here
And now it seems, I’ll disappear here
I had no reason, to enter his tomb
The castle has spoken, my certain doom
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20 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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A tragic event that brought him down
His house, left in total shambles
Disaster had struck, while he was away
He was out for his nightly amble
Clouds of smoke, darkened the skies
Ash and soot, covered his clothing
The fires had finally begun to die
All he felt was his own self-loathing
He never thought this would happen
Though he seemed not to care
This house, filled with hatred and doom
Watching as embers, sparked and flared
From the window, of his very own room
Wondering if he was meant to be
Inside, when the fires ignited
Stepping back, from the heat of the flames
How could he have been so shortsighted?
April Writing Prompt: Catastrophic calamities – Day 20/30
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