Snot drizzles and drips from my
nose, partly from the cold wind
scraping her fingers across my face.
Mostly the floodgates were opened
with Mourning Moon’s mandate–
let go the painful relationship before
winter’s solstice brings darkness.
Farewells are never easy, yet
this one leaves my heart shredded,
hanging to bleed dry after the kill.
I am sharing with Hedgewitch at her blog Verse Escape for Friday Flash 55. I know I’m late, but it’s hard to get back into the habit of writing. I’m trying.
I am combining challenges from Mindlovemiserys Menagerie where today’s Tale Weaver challenge is to write about the moon and Real Toads where Fireblossom Friday is back to challenge us to write about crows. I choose to do the challenge in the form of a triolet. I’m also sharing with the open mic for d’Verse Poets.
A murder of crows
beneath the silver moon;
from the tree tops arose
a murder of crows.
Their raucous cry grows
leaving me in a swoon–
a murder of crows
beneath the silver moon.
Today’s challenge at Real Toads is to write a poem that makes use of the pathetic fallacy, providing human emotion and behavior to nature.
Moon stares, unblinking,
at lone figure by graveside
while sad winds whisper
the nature of her grief;
Earth swallowing her love,
reclaiming the physical,
a return to its origin.
His soul free from disease
rides the night winds
to twinkling stars high above
smiling down to ease grief;
she rises, looking to night sky,
somehow comforted, less alone.