The horrid screaming

d’Verse prosery I'll never forget my prom night, darling… A nightmare. Come to think of it, it was exactly fifty years ago on this day! Without a date, on a back street, dusky sky above me, I sat in my beautiful dress and bawled my eyes out… how could I ever forget? See, I had… Continue reading The horrid screaming

Lady, or: The street

d'Verse: Four line alternate rhyme scheme Poetry prompt At d'Verse, we are prompted to write an alternate rhyme poem of at least three stanzas, with a rhyme scheme of ABAB; CDCD; EFEF; etc. The catch is that we must borrow the alternate rhyme pairs from a published poem in the same order in which they… Continue reading Lady, or: The street

Fear, or: Faith, or: Courage

A Sijo we choose fear, faith, or both, she says, naïvely assured, childlike; I wince at the innocent condescension and broke beliefs; a broken rock blocks the view, which takes courage to circumvent Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each… Continue reading Fear, or: Faith, or: Courage

Drawing the bear forward

In his panic, John tripped, watching helplessly as the tiny girl stood mumbling to the hale old grizzly before her. Dumbstruck, he registered the sound of his "cognitively impaired" daughter's voice. The doctors had said Wendy might never speak, but here she was, murmuring... drawing the bear forward. Indeed, the beast's massive head was drooping;… Continue reading Drawing the bear forward

Egads! or: King of the Mountain

A limerick Zeus refused to share his peppers (that welch!) But no gods argued (for fear they'd get squelched). ... Down below, all the mortals Shut and bolted their portals, For the skies turned red when great Zeus belched. What do you see (#WDYS) prompt #178 This week, Sadje offers us this image by Johannes… Continue reading Egads! or: King of the Mountain

The stench of thaumaturgy

Noting the arcane symbol carved into the gnarly oak tree in the massively overgrown yard, Seksan felt his stomach twist, but he was ready. After all, the witch hunter's talent and enterprise had kept him intact this long. When he reached the door, it blew open with a blast, and Seksan entered. Predictably, the air… Continue reading The stench of thaumaturgy

Panic mode, or: Even after

A Choka time and time again feet both frozen to the ground I hear myself gasp panic mode activated eyes watch in horror whenever someone nearby loses their balance trips sways then topples over gray matter perceives crisis but fails to react even after they've tumbled Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Panic mode, or: Even after