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Unvanquished
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
You press cool lips to my cheek one last time, Before you turn your back. You are the north wind, Pitiless, relentless, Withering green sap to dry dust, Bowling the delicate flames of summer Into sodden drifts. I am the sedge, sighing in the shallows, Bending beneath the chill…
Bloodmoon
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Bloodlight seeps from the hole in the sky, Silver serenity swallowed, Sucked into the void, Where no starlight shines a path To guide the wanderings of dead souls, And their murmurings echo From the brazen roof of the hollow sky. No red berries this side of the veil, No…
Wolf haiku
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
These are my haiku on Freya Pickard’s Wolf theme. Illustration from the Rochester Bestiary In the darkling woods memory slinks savage, free no wolves in this world. Wolf in the forest shade of the lost wilderness forgive our madness. Yellow-eyed shadow stay awhile beneath the trees ghost of a…
Flesh blood and bone
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
A man, Flesh, blood and bone, And a heart full of memories, Flees war that ravages Flesh, blood and bone, Brings a warm, soft memory, Flesh, blood and bone, And asks that we see, Not a threat, But a man and his cat, Just flesh, blood and bone.
Haunted
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Tomilovsky. I know, I’ve used it before, but it fits. Haunted, the ocean waves, With the souls that no one saves, Carried on the swell to the promised land, And laid with tenderness on the gentle sand. In the broken spaces, The lonely, empty places, The sad…
September haiku
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Mary Heister. White roses tangle through green shade where blackbird sings summer not over.
#MondayBlogs: The Prose Poem
Originally posted on Shannon A. Thompson:
Intro: Poetry is important to me. When readers ask about my background in writing, they are almost always curious about my education regarding writing. More often than not, readers aren’t surprised to hear I studied creative writing in college, but they are surprised when I clarify I spent most…
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