You Choose #poetry #death #dayofthedead

My fingers across stone

caress raised letters

your faded name 

all that was left of you

a chill ran down my spine

looking below

these arose in red

new embossed letters to…

I pondered

your bones so cold

I feared to see or hear

another

The embossed words:

Strike me once I bleed

Strike me twice I die

and thrice

you choose…

Memories in a box #haiku #photography

All that remained

she lived in another time

memories in a box

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memories in a box

one night set free

no holding back ghosts

reminders not needed

the world could see

The prompt at Verse First (hosted by Kim Nelson) is Ghosts, Spirits, Scares. I hope you feel the presence of a ghost  in my verse today.

We were instructed to write in 31 words or 31 lines in honor of October 31st. I chose using the haiku and tanka to write 31 lines.

Tanka:  is written by one poet and not by two (as is the echo form of the Tan Renga) the syllables count is: 5-7-5-7-7

Poisoned by the Damned #flashfiction #darkfiction

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Looking for inspiration for your night of horror? Come by Pen of the Damned and read what we have brewing. Here’s a taste:

• Open your eyes and see the world for the first time.
• “Wizard or Warlock, which shall it be?”
• It was no longer needed
• I mix well and put it in a flask
• How much lovelier we would be if we were dead.
• Pass me the glasses,
• Drink Deep
• Here’s to us darling!

And there are prizes but I think you need to climb in a coffin to claim them.