Pandemic

Jan 2 #prompt for #CrowCalls @QuillandCrow

Whispers of a wicked moon
Coldly slithering in my ear
Another dark, restless night
Closes on a frightful year
Carrying in its bosom
Remnants and nightmares
Of strangest days gone by
Apparitions looming large
Filling us up with dread
Of this virus-laden decade

Nightmares

Jan 1 #prompt for #CrowCalls @QuillandCrow

My dreams serenade
The ghostly guard
In the vanishing distance
Darkness emerges
From behind auburn veils
Of a lonely sunset;
Lovers of the night
Twist and slither
In serpentine glee;
I wake up flushed
Burning from nightmares
Crawling on my cold skin.

Serpentine

Jan 1 #prompt for #CrowCalls @QuillandCrow

Coiled within a serpentine fear
Slowly coming to life
Powered by venomous anxiety
Poised to strike
Restless under my clammy skin
I lament the loss
Of kindness, integrity, liberty
In this dark strife
That has led our worlds astray
With poisoned words

From One Line, Vol 2

It is a grand wrap for 2021, with 6 of my poems part of this beautiful anthology of poetry and flash fiction – FromOneLine (Vol.2).

Writing in a few words and within limited characters is a great mental challenge. When you have to create using only the provided first-line prompt, it becomes all the more interesting for the writer.

This anthology brings together myriad perspectives and creativity to these first-line prompts. A perfect Christmas gift with a colorful cover and an accompanying bookmark, with talent overflowing through its pages. The second FromOneLine Anthology has been published as an A5 paperback book. It features 41 prompt lines, 113 authors and 457 poems, and flash fiction.

Available to buy from for worldwide delivery: https://t.co/LTSjX7MIhk via @Etsy (or direct at https://t.co/2cjkVbHtfp for UK orders and PDF version)

  • Editor: Meghan Dargue
  • Publisher: Kobayaashi Studios
  • Language: English
  • Paperback: 234 pages
  • ISBN-13 : 978-1914949005
  • Price: £9.99
  • Postage UK: £1.99

Autumnal Breeze

There is a sweetness
In the bronzed days
It is Nature’s scent
In honey-tinted tresses
Auburn sprinkle of cinnamon
Ginger, molasses of her skin
She treads on truant sunrays
With crunch of dry oak leaves
And golden whispers of seasons
Caresses me with faint touches
Of an orange autumnal breeze

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