My Candles are Electric
my candles are electricthey light on my commandmy candles are electricthey’ll never burn your handmy candles are electricthe static symmetry a little blandbut, my candles are electricand they light on my command
All posts tagged: rhyme
a day unraveling
A quick response to an old writing prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe.
Dark and Grey
I was supposed to write about flowers today
NaPoWriMo Day 29
write down what you want to knowmap out where you want to gocandles are your only light lock the door and stay out of sightburn sage to before you invite in the nightthen face your mirror in a wooden chair heady incense swirls in the airask for protection with a prayer then stare into your mirror’s glowask it what you want to know
NaPoWriMo Day 28: Transylvania in Spring
The graves were still most of the yearuntil the sun warmed the earththen you could hearthe birds and the bees trumpeting an annual birththe dirt shifted and stirreda low moaning was heardmoldy, mottled hands burst from the groundand corpses emerged from the burial mounds
NaPoWriMo Day 23: Creased Cover, Cracked Spine
old words, worn pagescreased cover, cracked spinewise words, old sagesold words, worn pageslost words, dark agesan omen, a signold words, worn pagescreased cover, cracked spine
NaPoWriMo 19: Furiously
typing furiously
NaPoWriMo Day 17: When the Moon is New
when the moon is newand the night is darkdance in the midnight dew under a sky of darkest blueslip into an abandoned parkwhen the moon is new quietly slip off your shoestrace with salt a delicate arcdance in the midnight dew the wind whispers what you always knewdogs will start to howl and barkwhen the moon is new move among the nighttime hueslet the stars leave their markdance in the midnight dew walk a path chosen by fewa new journey to embarkwhen the moon is newdance in the midnight dew
NaPoWriMo Day 3: Sway
pomegranate treesswaying in the breeze damp earth after rainrustle of a nearby crane faraway landwine in my hand
Lovely, Dark, and Deep
the Wild forest awaitslovely, dark, and deepfor a moment I hesitatethe Wild forest awaitspulling me like fatethe branches creak and weepthe Wild forest awaitslovely, dark, and deep
Everyday Strange 