Written for: prompt = What do you See? Challenge Oct/30/2018
Double Reverse Etheree poetry form
Lady of the Sea
Long ago, alongside whales and dolphins
Swimming carefree beneath ocean waves
Peculiar beings entrapped me
Forcefully brought me to shore
Positioned their trophy
Clothed into stone
My heart grieves
For source of life
Direct gaze to sea
In the absence of breath
How can I reclaim my heart
Will strangers ever part with me
Respect appeal from Whales and Dolphins
Grant my spirit a return to the sea
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 60
“That which is unspoken becomes unspeakable” – Adrienne Rich
Tanka poetry form
Tormentor thrusts words,
returns to sender.
define vile aggressor.
COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 108, “AFRAID & GRAVE,” #SYNONYMSONLY
Tanka poetry form
Sight in sheer darkness
Ghost roam through burial site,
petrifies the dead!
Stone cold corpses moan and cry;
fright, cement them to the ground.
V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #21: VEIL
Pinterest free image – Caitlyn Kurilich
Double Etheree poetry form
Grave tearing eyes
behind hazy veil
Wriggling worms inch in her brain,
demon denounces her evil
bellowing, “Kill the King! Kill the King!”
Dagger in hand perforates her belly.
Worms slithering in her infested womb.
Poison-laced blade reaching to the King,
demons echoing, “King is Dead!”
Exultation raise the veil
Embracing the void
she reigns on High
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
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Frost on the ground earth
Faces enclose bonfire
Embers soften chill
Incantations, blessings, feast
Ancestors’ bones to ashes
Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Way-stone #writephoto
The Way Stone
Grandfather had many stories to tell us. Today he had a wish to go back to the Way -Stone. At his tender age of 102, he had seen many travellers on this trail.
Granting him his wish, on a bed of duck feathers, we carried granddad towards the Way- Stone.
“Nature has changed. Trees have grown where there used to be a clearing. The Way- Stone was a guiding light when I played here as a lad.” said Grandfather.
“You see all the ground stones set up in a row here?” he continued.
“These are the burial sites of our ancestors. They lived on this land with the Way-Stone.”
Pointing a bit forward to a concave area in the grass, he asked me to go forward and brush the grass with my hands.
Sweeping grass to the side I uncovered an anchored door.
I opened the door and peeked inside.
Down below was a beautiful ray of light shining on a bed a grass. Next to it was another bed with my grandmother’s name inscribed on the blanket. A skeleton lay on the bed.
My grandmother had died 15 years ago and we never knew where granddad had buried her.
Grandfather gathers us all together and then solemnly says:
“Today you will leave me here, put me down on my bed alongside my dearest”.
What do you See?
Light sparks emanate from the old Oak tree
Philomena brewing herbs within
Hallow’s Eve neighbourly delights
Health-boosting goodwill potion
Winter’s failproof treat
Scotts Daily Prompt Carrot
Rabbit chews carrot
Offering half to his mate
Two happy bunnies