my roots feel tangled
The sun is setting and night is near A devil is coming under cloak of night Cling to anything you hold dear Through your shutters vampires will leer looking for pale necks to bite The sun is setting and night is near Listen closely, can you hear incantations the witches recite? Cling to anything you hold dear On the mountaintop a strange shape will appear His horns and claws a fearsome sight The sun is setting and night is near When you smell the stench of forty thousand years A rank perfume curdled with the scent of fright Cling to anything you hold dear Listen closely, can you hear? Chernobog arrives under cloak of night The sun has set and night is here Cling to anything you hold dear ******* Day 15 of NaPoWriMo challenged us to write a poem based on our favorite type of music. I instantly thought of A Night on Bald Mountain. Fantasia was my favorite movies of growing up, especially the dramatic ending pairing A Night on Bald Mountain with …
when she felt cold pricks slowly trace her spine, she knew he found her again
a black cat deftly eating flies gnats hornets in jumps keeping luring mice near opening pouncing quick running spilling tucked under vanquished with x’s yummy zzzz’s ************* Day 19 of NaPoWriMo last April challenged poets to write an abecedarian poem, in which there are 26 words in alphabetical order. I might’ve copped out a little at the end, but I had fun writing it!
the siren song calls harmonizing with the dirge of those who listened
wires twist and creak rubber gloves snap, needles click implements of pain ********* Today’s haiku is inspired by the movie Audition.
sunlight dims and fades night unfurls, petals stretching blood red to deep blue
winding path tracing through the woods and history ****** I took this photo at King’s Mountain Military Military Park.
I want my words to be curls of smoke that linger a cold brush of icy fingers I want my words to be bones clinking in the night claws scratching for a fight I want my words to be a raven’s cry in the air a creak from an old stair I want my words to be the depths of oceans deep the shadows in your sleep I want my words to be the blood that boils the floods that roil the heat of flames unspoken shames shards of ice heavy price a mark the dark *************** Day 28 of NaPoWriMo challenged poets to write a meta poem about poetry. Check out the open link night at Dverse for even more poetry offerings!
You’re the light, you’re the light I am, I am, a little wicked You’re the night, you’re the night Take me past our satellites Just like you said, just like you said You’re the light, you’re the light Black out the world, I will not fight Hands red, hands red You’re the night, you’re the night On the edge of the highest heights The fire, the fire, you have fed You’re the light, you’re the light You make things hazy, you make things right It goes to my head, it goes to my head You’re the night, you’re the night Together we can burn bright Just like you said, just like you said You’re the light, you’re the light You’re the night, you’re the night ********** Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was a tall order: write a villanelle using words from an existing piece of work, incorporating two opposing phrases. I was excited for the challenge though, I love writing villanelles, and was already looking for inspiration to write one for Dverse’s …