All posts tagged: NaPoWriMo

Senryu 14

my roots feel tangled

A Night on Bald Mountain

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 …

A Feline’s Tuesday Afternoon

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!

Meta Poem 1

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!

Villanelle 3

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 …