Dragons, knights and bewildering sub clauses. What more could you want from a Thursday evening?
Dawn scatters these abandoned skies, cankered in memories of bone and burned outcast grey with the clinkers. I say do as you're told Reborn days blink ashtray eyes, another nightlight outgrown and called into flesh by the fragrance of stinkers. when you're alone with the enemy Torn dolls in hearsay lies, tales of rag and truth postponed and woven silk … Continue reading Rag and Bone
The sullenness of blue holds tight to the moon today. A jackal sketched transient, I am tied in orbit just the same. There are tales they say, of a darkside that no one but distant explorers would be surprised to see. Truth and territory, staked in tricoloured folds and pinned to look like the wind. And … Continue reading Silent howling
Knights anorexic, serve up the banquet of spring with bulletproof smiles. Berries, sweet with craven plague, and the starved wait, blindfolded Tanka: 5-7-5-7-7 Spring & Berries prompt from: Ramblings of a writer
Creepers stand silent in white nightdresses. And I have wished for sharks in this lost at sea. My skin peeled back to bone, are we born like this, forged again in the honesty of dragons? Life is not a choice. Death is buried with the boxes. I count its intimacy in raindrops. On days like this … Continue reading Creepers
in summer starlings sky-flesh falls, wild with tattoos but even here, here on this ground of melted snow I cannot hide my footprints Tanka: 5-7-5-7-7 Summer & Snow prompt from: Ramblings of a writer
Truth is a cunning dancer. Smoke over fire, its drums beat out my heart. And I quantify my verdicts with the naivety of their restless pounding. Armageddon was scattered once, dismantled in the bunkers of preparation. I drive this life hard. Peace is not enough, sleep is not enough, death is not enough, for … Continue reading Gunsmoke