This is a Chaucerian stanza inspired by FOWC: Paranormal, and underneath that is a quick cinquain about what I most fear, for FDDA day 11. As I don’t like to dwell on disgusting things, I wrote it in about a minute, so I’m not putting the second poem in its own post. 🙂
In haunted houses do true ghosts exist?
Some disembodied spirit stuck in pain?
Cannot move on, relinquishing resist,
Stuck in between eternal and Earth’s plane?
One need not die; regrets can haunt the brain
Like much more hungry ghosts, which will devour:
Horrors of past may push into this hour.
Now, for my next “masterpiece”….
Spawn of satan
Disgusting wormy things.
Don’t even make me think about
Shared with the Writers’ Pantry. I wrote this one over a week ago but haven’t shared it yet. This form is a butterfly cinquain, I think. Happy Sunday to all!
Rip out my heart,
Bestow it still beating
Into your patient, waiting hands.
Run that risk to give all of this,
It might be worth hurting
This is for DVerse Poetics, where we are exploring the concept of mermaids and related mythical creatures. I liked an image in the original post, so here it is:
Half-human creature with a fish’s tail,
She’s tempted many mariners with song:
Desire impels them to go right along
Into grave danger as they swiftly sail,
Enticed by light shining off each fish-scale.
It was difficult for me to write any poems today, but here’s one. NaPoWriMo day 25.
My hands over my heart
Whispering “My Lord and my God!” —
NaPoWriMo day 16: a cinquain in response to the Weekly Scribblings prompt.
Quickly filling days and pages.
A poem about chaos for JusJoJan day 31, which doubles as an example of alliteration and consonance / assonance for DVerse MTB. Bjorn instructed us not to use too much of it, but I didn’t see that until after writing the poem, so too late. 🙂 I was going for a humorous piece, anyway.
Pissed Pandora’s plaything,
Ushering in unfailing angst —
A short cinquain for JusJoJan day 26, which I wasn’t going to post, but here you go!
Morning I write
Today’s jot speedily —
January posting is a
For Real Toads. We are writing poems inspired by the word maladroit.
Whose destination is
Communication — difficult
For quadrille Monday, a cinquain about dragons
The dragon hides inside its cave because
Of those who try without an end to slay
It; what did it do to merit this fear?
It wants to be a friend, to come and play,
But it must hide, due to much danger near.
When the sky is filled with gray clouds above,
It seems less likely that life’s looking up —
The sun, it needs to shine its light on Earth.
Yet love, there’s a treasure of immense worth
Hidden in the clouds, rain in life’s gold cup.
This is a cinquain and a quadrille for DVerse, where this week’s word is “up.”