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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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#FridayFantasy ~ Sisterly Love – #poetry #fantasy

02 Friday Oct 2020

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poetry

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She is the darkness that glows in the night

A beautiful bird against the full moon light

Sisterly love, she admires, from afar

Elegance floats, while she stands, char

Ebon as midnight, only pale skin aglow

Standing in shadows, afraid to show

Frozen, she is quiet, still, like a stone

Hoping the others won’t see her alone

But sight of her they do, indeed, espy

They hiss and they trumpet, a loud outcry

A warning to the guards, in the castle keep

Who send her away, and she silently weeps

 

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Trick or Treat Tree – #poetry – #witch – #Halloween

21 Monday Oct 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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The crows were squawking, as loud as could be
My sister and I, were hiding, by the old tree
The witch, with her lantern, looking all around
I whispered to sister, “Now don’t make a sound!”

“I know you’re here” said the witch to the air
“I sense your presence, I feel your despair!”
Silly old hag, surely you couldn’t know why
Two little girls would want, on you, to spy

But the witch did know, and it was plain to see
Sister and I were trapped, no way to get free!
The vines from the tree, slithering like a snake
Wrapping themselves around us, no way we could break

It seems we were tricked, by our own curiosity
Caught in the woods, no treat, this monstrosity
We knew we overstepped, but what could we do?
So we jumped out from behind, and simply yelled, BOO!

“What a treat!” said the witch, who couldn’t help but smile
“Do come in, sit, and chat with me, for a while.”
But we knew better, pleading, “please let us leave here”
“Ha! It’s too late for that!” she said with a sneer

With a hiss from her lips, she warned, once again
“For now, you’re alive, but you will feel my bane
When ghosts come a calling, and crows circle high
It’s your time to leave, without saying goodbye…”

 

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The Sisters – #writephoto – #shortstory

16 Thursday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in short story, WritePhoto

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#poetry, #shortstory, death, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, sisters, spirit, wicker, WritePhoto, writing, writing prompt


They danced, among the shadows of the grass, as one with the earth they stood upon. Arms stretched out, hands clasped, one to the other, not wanting to break the chain. But something was missing. The circle was not complete. Still, they tried, reaching for their lost sister, hoping to, somehow, get her back.

~~~~~~

Four sisters would always gather in the clearing of a large meadow, overlooking a small town. It was their safe haven, where they could dance, chant, and be one with the spirits. Each midday, they stood in a circle, hand to hand, and prayed to the goddesses. Each had a different goddess, each willing the other three should also be so blessed. Until that one day…

Three sisters showed up at the usual time, but number four was nowhere to be seen. They waited, becoming concerned, and impatient. Finally, one said, “We should just start without her.” The other sisters shook their heads, claiming it wouldn’t be right to begin without her. They waited. As the day grew shorter, the shadows crept in.

The scenery was changing. What was once lush green grass and blue sky was no longer. All color had faded to monochrome. And the shadows grew deeper around them. It was then they decided to join hands and hope their sister could hear them and perhaps join them. Though the sisters remained incomplete, the shadows cast a perfect circle.

“My eyes are playing tricks!” said sister one.

“As are mine!” said sister three.

Sister two said nothing. Turning toward her, they asked, “Do you not see the changes, dear sister? Are your eyes not the same as ours?”

“I see no change about me,” she cried. “I see two sisters grieving over a sister who will never return, perhaps she is part of the shadow world.” She sneered at them, and their blood turned cold. Realizing she must be the reason a sister was missing, they tried to break the triad. Their hands would not come undone. They pulled, and pulled, to no avail.

The seasons changed, the winter came, and the grass had died, as did the sisters, who remained attached to each other, for all eternity. There stands three figures, wicker-like, as if someone sculpted them.  Should you come upon them, standing in the clearing, take heed. While three may be seen, there is a fourth, lurking, in the shadows of immortality.

 

Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Wicker

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The Switch – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

31 Thursday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in January Writing, Poetry

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#JanuaryWriting, #poetry, beguiling, blame, dark, dorindaduclos.com, fun, January prompts, Night Owl Poetry, poems, Putting My Feet in the Dirt, romance, sisters, switch, whimsical, writing, writing prompt, ~M

January’s prompts where a fun combination of ~M and myself.  We challenged you to figure out who was who.  Did you guess?  Some of you were spot on, others, not so much!  The following poem is my finale to this month.  I’m still challenging you!  😉


Let me know, dear people, who was who, and how did you tell?

Some were done by little ole me, and the others, were by Michelle

We write in very similar ways, why, some even say we are sisters

But it’s a secret, I can’t say, only ones to know, are the misters

January, a month of prompts, blended perfectly together, by two

Beguiling or dark, whimsical or romantic, which ones did you do?

Alas, it now has come to an end, and February is calling my name

This time, it’s all up to ~M, so she’s the one you’ll have to blame!

 

January Writing Prompt – And completely by mistake, the switch was made – Day 31/31

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The Century of Certainty ~ #MayWriting #poetry

26 Saturday May 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in May Writing, Poems, Poetry

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#MayWriting, #poetry, death, dorindaduclos.com, fire, immortal, magic, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sisters, spells, witch, writing, writing prompt


I think it was just a century ago

Yes, I’m certain it wasn’t much longer

When I cast the spell of fire’s light

Twas then I became much stronger

 

Making colors dance, in rhythmic circles

While, below, Earth lit up the night

I stood high, above the mountain tops

Watching clouds, with mysterious light

 

Magical spells, calling forth my sisters

Let them rise in celebrated breath

Let them shine their light, in the darkness

Giving purpose, to their immortal death

 

I could feel my sisters, gathered around me

One’s who had passed, still in their prime

Banished by those, who misunderstood

I knew know, it was nearly my time

 

This promise, I make, to those before

I will never let you be cast aside

For you are the fire, burning in my soul

The reason you shall never be denied

 

May Writing Prompt:  The century of certainty – Day 26/31

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