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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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Entrance – #writephoto – #poetry – #life

24 Friday Jan 2020

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry, WritePhoto

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Darkness in the distance plays, my thoughts, they start to mingle; is it calm or trepidation that makes my senses tingle? Chiseled rocks, I climb upon, careful to plant my feet; so to peer beyond the opening, then, wondering what I’ll meet.

Is it just an empty cave? Or does something live within? Do I dare to challenge this? I hesitate, as I begin. Quietly making my way inside, sneaking about, like a tiny mouse, I realize I am not alone, it is me inside this house.

Silently moving within this space, I hear her voice, to me, she is calling; “No need to be afraid, my dear”, as my legs give, but I’m not falling. I stumble, to try to find the earth, the solid ground, underneath, is no longer; ever slowly, I feel myself rising above, my spirit, growing much stronger.

I am not afraid, no fear inside, for I know no harm will come to me; I have found the entrance, to my life, where my soul can, finally, be set free.

 

Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Entrance
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The Witch’s Hat – #poetry – #witch – #Halloween

16 Wednesday Oct 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, Halloween, Night Owl Poetry, poems, potion, spell, spirit, witch, witch's hat, writing


The kettle boils, the crystal sparks
A potion, brewing, in the dark

Jack-O-Lantern, with its batty grin
Sends a chill, up the spine, within

A witch’s hat, but where is she?

Steam rising, the cauldron spits
Candles flicker, yet, there it sits

Black as night, and pointed high
Seems this spell has gone awry

Perhaps, it wasn’t meant to be!

Candles burn, as wax pours down
Still on the chair, a witch’s crown

Dare not touch it, else you’ll find
Two of us, neither of which is kind

Together, we’re one, this witch, and me
In the darkness, I’ve set my spirit free!

 

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At the Corner of 15th and 8th – #shortstory – #JuneWriting

22 Saturday Jun 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in 100 word story, June Writing

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Ever notice that one person in the room who no one else is talking to? Do you wonder why? Perhaps it’s because they can’t see them. But you can. That little girl cowering in the corner, the teenager looking for answers. That’s what this night had become for Dani.

She was invited to a house warming party. Her friends moved across town and were anxious to show her the new place. People milled around, and her friend was beaming with pride. But the light coming from behind her wasn’t normal. In fact it was a bit eerie.

Trying not to look like something was wrong, Dani approached her friend. As she walked around her, she saw her. There, sitting on the stool by the kitchen breakfast bar, was a young woman, emanating an incredible glow. Dani took a step backward, and in doing so, bumped into Marianne. The young woman at the bar giggled. Marianne wasn’t too thrilled but tried to look amused at her clumsy friend.

“Better lay off the punch, Dani”, Sam teased.

“She hasn’t had any yet”, Marianne chimed in, her tone less than polite.

“Sorry, guys. I was trying to figure out who the girl was, sitting at the kitchen bar.”

Everyone looked strangely at Dani. Now she was really confused. Pointing to the occupied seat, she said “her, right there. Who are you?”

Marianne had a different look on her face now. She was worried.

“Um, Dani, hon? There’s no one sitting at the bar.”

Now Dani was confused. She clearly saw a young girl sitting there, drink in hand, smiling at her. Sam walked over to the bar and pulled out the stools, one by one. Shrugging his shoulders, he returned to his wife’s side. Dani looked again and the girl was gone. Thinking the soda she had was laced with alcohol, Dani shrugged it off to the atmosphere in the house. After all, it was a party, with everyone having a great time. Maybe she was imagining something that wasn’t there. Or was she?

Finding a seat on the sofa, Dani plopped herself down and began to relax. The party was in full swing and people were everywhere. Chatting with whomever happened by her, Dani found herself tiring. It had been a long day at the office, and she was exhausted. It was time for her to say her goodbyes, and make her way home.

As she gathered her things, kissed Sam and Marianne goodbye, she caught another glimpse of the mysterious young girl. She was standing by the door, waiting. Dani looked around, then back at her. She was shaking her head and motioning to Dani to follow her. Dani didn’t move. Looking at the door again, she saw her still waiting, but she was pouting. Had Dani upset this, what did she upset? She didn’t even know what to call it. Was it all just a figment of her imagination? She was overtired and bleary eyed. Yes, that’s it.

She went to the front door, no one else in sight, and stepped out into the cool air. It immediately awakened her. She saw her cab waiting and made her way to it. Hopping in the back seat she gave the driver her address. “You can drop me at the corner.”

Nodding, the cabby began driving. It wasn’t long before he was waking Dani up to let her know she had arrived at her destination. Sighing, she paid the driver and got out. Barely able to stand, she started the walk to her apartment. It was a good distance down, and the night had turned to quite a chill. When she reached the cross street by her apartment, a strange feeling came over her. Looking up, there she was. Had she followed Dani home? Dani tried to call out to her, but she paid no mind. She kept walking ahead of Dani, occasionally picking up the pace.

Dani found herself speeding up, determined to get to the end of it all. She had to find out who this girl was and why she had this glow about her. Calling out to her one more time, the girl stopped and turned toward Dani. But the glow was gone, and it was replaced with an eerie redness, almost like a fire. Who or what was this girl and what did she want from Dani? It was as Dani approached her on this dark and desolate street, at the corner of 15th and 8th, she finally disappeared.

And Dani with her…

 

June Writing Prompt – At the corner of 15th and 8th, she finally disappeared. – Day 22/30

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Don’t Look Up – #100wordstory – #JuneWriting

19 Wednesday Jun 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in 100 word story, June Writing

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#100wordstory, #JuneWriting, demon, dorindaduclos.com, evil, ghost, Night Owl Poetry, noises, spirit, writing, writing prompt

The crevices cracked further, with every loud thud. Walls crumbled, as large chunks of drywall fell from the ceiling. Something sinister was going on in the upstairs apartment. Just one person couldn’t make that racket.

They moved in a week ago. Jerry was transferred, his company suggesting this place. It seemed nice, and they settled in. One night, the sound, deafening, began, continuing until it got the response it was waiting for.

An eerie feeling came over Sandy, sending shivers down her spine. Glancing upward, she saw two eyes, staring at her, blank, cold, and lifeless.

They left everything behind.

 

June Writing Prompt – The crevices cracked further, with every loud thud – Day 19/30

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Dancing Spirit – #poeticprose #poetry

13 Thursday Jun 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in My Photography, Poetic Prose, Poetry

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#myphotography, #nofilter, #poetry, dorindaduclos.com, driftwood, forest, Laurelwood Arboretum, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, poems, spirit, wood, writing


A tale once told, of a spirit old, left goosebumps, up and down my arms; he would dance in the wood, every chance that he could, and never would he ever do harm. In and out of the brush, with a whoosh and a rush, Fred Astaire-like, with all his charm; though I’ve never really been, exactly where he’s seen, I was told there’s no cause for alarm.

He’s the sage of the forest, and although he’s no florist, he can make everything look grand; just by running about, such a natural sprout, it’s all done with a wave of his hand. Next time you come through, remember what to do, look for the one passing by; he’ll frolic and play, oh, but, then run away, all in the blink of an eye.

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