Crooked Christmas
My Christmas tree is crooked and I am not fixing it
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Ablaze
the clouds are smokey drifting, hanging low the sun starting a slow burn charcoal igniting turning violet, crimson tangerine, scarlet ablaze
The Woods
raindrops shimmering slightly clinging to branches shivering, shaking until they slip
Grey
wind lashes trees drives foliage away leaves the world cold grey
The Full Moon Will Rise
The sun slinks low to hide I breathe in the cold dry air The full moon will rise My search will take me far and wide Carrying a silver prayer The sun slinks low to hide The dimming sky offers a disguise Among the trees tall and bare The full moon will rise Stars will be my only guide Leading me to his lonely lair The sun slinks low to hide I’ll wait for the whites in his eyes My silver flash tearing through course hair The full moon will rise The woods will echo with cries From the beast I must ensnare The sun has slunk low to hide The full moon will rise
When I Dream They Come
when I dream they come the mist rolls in thick their long black robes swirl pinpricks down my spine their heavy boots thud pinpricks down my spine their nails scratch the trees pinpricks down my spine their long black robes swirl shrill laughter pierces ringing through the air shrill laughter pierces no one else can hear shrill laughter pierces the mist rolls in thick when I dream they come
Indigo Mornings
I slip through the trees while the light turns slowly from indigo to a pale yellow the houses still glow amber spilling their secrets
Blazing Beams
I’m used to pale amber rays tinting my morning Today they were a bold tangerine staining the world Some would squint at the blazing beams shining down Or lament the light leaving shimmering in the rear view But I soaked in those brief brilliant rays as they pushed me forward
I Wrote You an Abyss
I wrote you an abyss drop into infinity by my blackout fist I wrote you an abyss sealed with a dark kiss your midnight misery I wrote you an abyss drop into infinity
The Birds Are Still
A cry rings out, loud and shrill Rustling, was that feathers? Shadows shift, the birds are still Bitter taste, another pill Thin assurance, it’s just the weather A cry rings out, loud and shrill Claws scratching, on my window sill Barricade the door, for good measure Shadows shift, the birds are still Threading sheets through bars gives me a thrill The doorknob rattles, expressing it’s displeasure A cry rings out, loud and shrill They want to pick me apart, against my will Bang bang, the door cracks under pressure Shadows shift, the birds are still Muscles tense, poised to kill Beak and skin clash together A cry rings out, loud and shrill Shadows shift, the birds are still ******** Just added this villanelle to Dverse’s open link night! Be sure to visit them for more great poetry.
