Some of my previously published work appropriate to the holiday...
Remnant
She roams
the dark halls, seen
yet unseen, wandering
memory of yesterday, lost
in death.
She weeps
tales of pain, heard
yet unheard, whispering
shadow of yesterday, calling
in death.
She dwells
in herself, here
yet not here, a woeful
vestige of yesterday, walking
in death.
{First appeared in Amaze: The Cinquain Journal Volume 6, No. 2, 2008}
Silver Bullets
Full moon’s
ashen shadows
embrace the wolfsbane blooms;
Gunshots ring out across the moors –
howling.
{First appeared in Sketchbook April 30, 2008, Volume 3, Issue 4}
Fallen
Brightest
of stars, broken
wings and shattered halo,
love betrayed, Kingdom asunder –
lost grace.
{First appeared in Sketchbook April 30, 2008, Volume 3, Issue 4}
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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