NaPoWriMo – Day #4 Out Foxed

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Three foxy fates
stand and wait
guarding the pandemic gate

First, Fever Red
straps you in bed
She pounds a beat inside your head

Then Breathless White
steals your might
and seals your labored lungs up tight

Then Deathly Black
knocks you back
takes your soul, leaves your body slack

These fates are ruthless and badass;
unscathed from COVID, none shall pass

This is for NaPoWriMo and The Sunday Muse. Image by Anatasiya Dobrovolskaya.

Steep

The hills call siren-like and steep.
Two children share a wooden sled,
new snow is beckoning and deep,
the hills call siren-like and steep.
They landed in a shattered heap,
too fast to suffer, it was said.

The hills called siren-like and steep.
Two children shared a wooden sled.

 

Well, this started out to be a quadrille (44 words) including the word “steep” to link to dVerse Poets’ Pub, but somehow it turned into a dark triolet.  Theat’s an eight line, iambic tetrameter poem with the rhyme scheme: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.  I haven’t written one of these in ages.

13. Author

You aim to alter time and space
through magic in the written word,
with worlds and souls and ages stirred,
then leave the stage without a trace.

So turn the wheel into strife
and be prepared to stretch your ken
beyond the simple minds of men
when inking corpses back to life.

Looking Back

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To keep on moving forward
sometimes you need to look back,
and remembering where you came from
can help you stay on track.
 
It’s hard to know where you’re going
when you don’t know where you’ve been,
cause sometimes the road is circular,
and your back where you started again.
 
If you can make peace with yourself
you can run without being hounded,
and honor what you’ve been through,
cause to fly, first you have to be grounded.
 
So don’t forget where you came from
and everything you’ve been through,
cause the hurts and  the joys that leave their marks
are the things that make you you.
 
To keep on moving forward
sometimes you need to look back,
and remembering where you came from
can help you stay on track.
Picture and words by Mary Bach.