Painting by Jim Warren
It is a dark and cold November day. The clouds are dragging grey across the dull sky, faded dead leaves litter the ground. Even the fire doesn’t provide warmth. I need something to spark my flame. I need you.
You beckon, drawing me into the bedroom. Beneath the sheets, you cuddled in my arms, I see lovers in the vibrant clouds. The setting sun glints rainbows on the tropical waters with horses dancing in the waves. A warm breeze over the cool, majestic mountains makes me forget the forecast of snow. Waterfalls near and far pulls me more into your allure.
I search you out on a cold dark day
Your agile tongue speaks in my mind
I follow your elegance
Dreaming with open eyes
Bewitched by your tone
On your pages
This is a double Challenge.
I decided to participate in Sadje’s What Do You See challenge, which she recently started to host. She provided the painting at the top (Painted by Jim Warren, found on Google) as this week’s prompt.
This was also written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week’s key words are Grace and Style, but only synonyms can be used. I chose a Haibun with a nonet.
I hope you enjoyed this love poem to books and reading :)
‘Neath indigo skies
Red glow on the horizon
Real world turns to dream
Water slips to sleep
The evening turns into night
But what awakens?
Final glow reflects
Day creatures take one last look
Night creatures their first
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we could chose our own key words. I did a haiku or two or three…
To exhume the ancient crypt
But we are too late
The slab is already moved
The dead has unearthed himself
Did we delve too deep
Awaken that which should sleep
Release the terror?
We run from the open tomb
But once more we are too late
The crunch of a twig
Silver shadow from the moon
He is following
A hand grabs me from behind
Sharp nails gouge into my flesh
Leave the dead alone
Sleeping under the cold ground
It is a lesson I learned
Only when it was too late
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. She gives us two key words, but we must use synonyms. This week’s words were Dig and Grave. (I so much wanted to find a way to say “Dig this” or “Do you dig” ;) ). I did a tanka these week. OK, I wrote a story made from four connected tankas this week :)
How are you?
Sit for a bit
I’ll get you a sweet
Give you a nice goody
Mix it up in the cauldron
Wait while I get the recipe
Cipher out the ancient words of lore
Are you beginning to feel sleepy yet?
Don’t worry about this razor I have
Just need some special ingredients
It’s a potion made once a year
Full of intrigue and magic
Sit still while I harvest
Were you using these?
Careful of the witches brew, that human stew. Don’t ask what is on the menu, for you might find that it is you ;)
Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. These week the key Words were Spell and Treat, only we had to use synonyms and not the actual words. I did a double etheree.
The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt
An imp plays a tune
From the land of Nevermore
On a weedy pipe
Green magic from the music
Charms snake and human alike
Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This week the challenge is to write to syllabic poem based on the given photo-prompt (at the top of the post). I did a tanka (sort of ;) )
The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt
Late at night
I hear a noise
Is she following?
I feel the clammy cold
The clods from her barren grave
I turn and she is just right there
Vacuous eyes staring coldly at me
Dripping rotting flesh as she approaches
Backing away from her I trip and fall
I see the blood of her last victim
She fills the volume before me
Flesh dripping arm reaches out
She touches my shoulder
Her cold dead finger
“Tag, you are it”
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. She gave two key words, Empty and Space, and we needed to use synonyms of those words. I did a double ethree this week.
I Photoshoped a painting for a story I once wrote. This is an iteration of the painting that I did not originally use (I just added it). (I originally did the painting for a portrait class – she is pretty in the original ;).)
Late edit – I just added an animation of the original picture…
I flip the leaf of the calendar, as the leaf outside of my window flips and heads towards the ground. I knew it! It is October! That means it is almost time for the spirits to rise on that most special day of the year, Halloween. To raise out own spirits, we need to start the spiced cider boiling, and all of you witches need to make an even more special brew. For:
The leaves are changing
Halloween is almost here
Fix a special treat
Autumn’s dark and deadly brew
Boiled in a witches Cauldron
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This is the first day of the month, so it is poet’s choice of words. This week i did a Haibun with a Tanka.
Once again I chose one of my drawings. Actually, I picked the drawing first. It is a frame from a video I made as a promo for my first book, The Fireborn. Here is the Video:
(Click here if you don’t see it below)
The trees grant their leaves
Allowed to drop in autumn
Humans rake them up
Written for Colleen’s Weekly poetry challenge. Most weeks she gives us two words to use in our syllabic poems, but we must use synonyms. This week she gave us Fall and Give. I did a Haiku.
I am continuing the trend to use my old drawings that I have previously posted on my blog. The tree is based on an oak tree in my back yard, which is actually bigger than in the drawing!
Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay
Each year it’s higher
The distant river invades
The sea eats my house
Someday from a higher spot
I will see where my home was
Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This week is her monthly Photo=Prompt. The photo at the top of the page, a row of trees, sunk in the middle of a vast plain of water, is an Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay. I wrote a tanka for the challenge.
I feel the power, like a sun behind me. A vision flashes through my mind. Is it a knife coming down like Hitchcock’s Psycho? Perhaps a Stephan King skeletal hand will grab my ankle. I whip around, ready to face anything, anything, but what is really there. I meet your gaze and all is lost.
I step in your trap
That is found behind your eyes
Your bewitching stare
The magic spell that you cast
Makes me rise above the Earth
Is it just your charm?
Perhaps a deeper power
Enthralled by the glance
A thought and I glide above
Your eyes making my heart soar
Lost, but found, captivated by your spell, I am launched into your orbit.
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