Oh boy. This took hours and several heavy sighs and a few tears. Sonnets are so strict. I tried my best not to sound forced. I'm not sure how well I succeeded, but I wanted to be true to form. I have a project on the back burner reimagining the tasks of Hercules as crimes…
Gold dances in the memory of green eyes. Coils of fire flare in the dark of Erebus. She could cry...if she still had a body. Making her way with burning shades, she tries not to ponder that killers prey twice: the initiation of attack, and the peak when nervous souls abandon bloody bodies. Everyone here…
Fog deep by dawn shrouds gold sun in amethyst rugs. She flourishes through wintry air smatterings of loose threads that weave with hoarfrost crystals to tapestry the Anemoi visible to mind and vexed skin. Toffee sighs blow. Non-finalist entry in this contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2831195-National-Poetry-Month-April-30th-noguestI will fully admit, there doesn't seem to be much going on here…
Jötnar do not march when Máni’s full face shows. Behind the back of his ebony skull, they stride. When one shivers in the sun, shade is a blanket. Wing-shadows of geese tickle dots across cheeks like the leaf-trickles of sun mortals bask beneath. Cloud cover is as soft to the touch as a feather pillow…
Floating on a covert mist: blood-runes microscopic elves carved from within tree-skins human-mind-thin. Shed etchings scatter to make room for future generations. The elder decomposes all wisdom with his corpse, save the nine slivers for those mortals who roam to find a wanderer’s truth. Non-finalist entry in this contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2830958-National-Poetry-Month-April-11th-noguest Photo by Marta Dzedyshko on…
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