the dog, tense, drooling
eyes rolled back showing the whites
he fears the vacuum
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Haiku Horizons
prompt “fear”
floating and leaving no trace
the dog, tense, drooling
eyes rolled back showing the whites
he fears the vacuum
——
Haiku Horizons
prompt “fear”
shackled to my ghosts
unable to free myself
–i’m the only one
——
AND
herald–
her damaged heart,
unfurled wings yet to fly,
lightning rampant upon a field,
verdant
——
i couldn’t wait to leave this town
by mule or bus or wagon train
and let the memories all fade
the bells though never seem to fade
i hear them ringing from the town
above the mournful clacking train
clack of wheel on iron–o, train,
the distance should recede, should fade
the hallmark past, the breathing town
the town is here, the train just fades
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #31
(5) Words: | TOWN | TRAIN | FADE | HEAR | HALL |
AND
veiled by a cloudbank
impenetrable fortress
moon beyond the fray
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #91 Fray&Veiled
there are signs
it wants to break free
straining against its chains
skin raw meat
at ankles and wrists
testing its strength
against cold, fire-forged links
of its own making
what would you do with your freedom?
a love potion? curse? plague?
the muse rattles her chains
and grins
showing blood-slicked teeth
yes
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #30
(5) Words: | TEST | POTION | MUSE | OWN | SIGN |
chilly, whispered wind
shivering midnight snowman
winter’s new best friend
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #90 Friend&Shiver
the signs were all there
scratched sofa and feathered toys
beware of the cat
——
strands of web
lock me in this place
like a fly
i wait for
my own apex predator
this night full of stars
companions
in the blackened sky
i don’t know
how i lost
or why now as the web sings
–a plucked violin–
thoughts of you
your laughter and tears
one more star
my spider–
i won’t leave a scratch, she says
as she now leans in
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #29
(5) Words: | WEB | LOST | BLACK | SCRATCH | LOCK |
the gentle shower
rain falling in the morning
plays its window song
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #89 Shower&Play