Fury, framed.

like a b-movie, you linger
in the back of my closet
not yet ready to be disposed of –
for there is still
ReD
in my peripheral vision,
flickering violently.

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(Twi)Light’s Tale

bathing in the ocean’s womb
I once saw the moon in tears,
and to mermaid’s silken song
darkened sea became her tomb.

no more stars winked in the night
while the ocean swallowed whole
echoes of abandoned dreams,
for the moon had lost her light.

down below she dwelled for years,
nursed her wounds with flowing sand,
’til, one day, the sun came forth,
dipped his rays into her fears.

and the darkness fled her veins
while he spread his warmth with care
one last sea salt tear she shed ~

to this day, their love remains.

The End Of Days

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– Odin and Fenrir

wide lick the waves at seasons’ wailing end
worlds squirm & wither beneath a weakening moon
sulfurous teeth singe stars & feeble grass
the days grow dark, doomed; wolfish grins.

Fenrir feasts, a fiery dusk
he tears and tastes the tales of Gods;
a brother once bound, now bounds free
rivers roam, Ragnarök has come.

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Tony Maude over at dVerse invites us to use Accentual Alliteration for today’s Form for All. This is my attempt or rather, draft – I have no idea if I did it right… so hard (even harder at 4am), but such fun! 😀 Of course I had to tackle Norse Mythology… may the Gods forgive my feeble attempt. 😉
photo credits: en.wikipedia.org

Seasons’ Song

shall we not flourish in the springtime rains?
where liquid crystal moistens earthen tongue,
and green conceals the last of winter’s stains.

will we go far from where our bodies sprung?
past rolling hills beneath a blazing sun,
to vales of summer; youthful songs unsung.

when autumn reigns, will we then come undone?
give up our leaves to mighty gusts of wind,
and slow this walk, that’s only just begun.

have we surrendered; have our roots been skinned?
the joy of life, mere echo in our veins,
and winter’s breath leaves hollowed mind chagrined.

shall we be bound by bitter winter’s chains?
shall we not flourish in the springtime rains?

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Tony Maude over at dVerse Poets Pub invites us to to try the Terza Rima at “Form For All” today. This is my contribution – a Terza Rima Sonnet. Come on over, fiddle with the form and join us at the bar!

photo credits: josephinewall.co.uk