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October Poetry Challenge: Day 10, 11, & 12

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Lost Moon

 

There are some who say,

the wind always held monsters between its wispy teeth,

but I know better than that.

The terrors only arrived after the moon fell from the sky.

 

So here I must stay, like the ones before,

and sing away the roaring gale

bending in impossible shapes.

*

A Pit

 

Beyond my prison rests a snow-topped mountain.

Deep inside the towering giant

an abyss waits.

 

Darkness sings a ballad from the cracked rock.

I should never go there,

says the scribbled note in my book.

*

Visitor

 

Scarlet leaves flutter into my room

and a crow perches at my windowsill.

A flash of olive-green eyes and a cackle.

 

I rush to my window

but only see endless burnt-gold woods and

an impossibly tall stone tower.

*

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, friends ❀

Loie xo

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October Poetry Challenge: Day One

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Hi everyone!

My dear writer friend, Shelby Kisgen, started a poetry challenge πŸ™‚ You can check out her original post here. She’s inviting everyone to pen a poem every day this month. You can read her first poem!

I’m joining the challenge πŸ™‚ I hope you will too! I’ve decided to write from the perspective of my characters from my NaNoWriMo project. Hopefully, this will help me understand their motivations, desires, and struggles a bit more.

Today’s poem is from my main heroine. I still don’t know her name yet πŸ˜€

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Starlight

With reverence, I study the night sky.

I read the stars dappled across the ebony expanse

analyzing, translating, listening

 

I scrutinize until my eyes are dry, my fingertips worn

from transcribing the message over and over again

onto parchment paper she will burn.

 

All of this is for her.

Will she let me leave this tower, this prison without doors?

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There you have it πŸ™‚ A short piece for now. Happy writing, friends! I can’t wait to read your poems.

Loie xo