September 12 2018

So bright near the fire

I am flying behind the light

We swallow mammoth meaning beneath the flowers

Alass! The heat will be born

Dark and angry about the flowers

I extort green tomb stones behind the ground

Awaken! The King is hard

So bright near the fire

I confound dank snakes before the virgin

Bizarre! The vision is hard

luminous alive

saying goodbye

sun on his face

In whose arms

the refugee

look for love

and never catch up

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Posted September 12, 2018 by Novemberschild in category "Prompts

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I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.


  1. By Surbhi on

    The darkness continues… you are creating a movie in my mind.. awaiting the next part!

  2. By Lavanya on

    Is this a poem about a dead king about to be buried? Or is it about forced sex between a virgin and a king and is her lament before the act?

  3. By Anupriya on

    From what I read, I do not understand much. But I do understand that you have such a deep understanding of words and life. This too surely must have a very deep rooted meaning. Hehe! Silly and uneducated me🤐

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