Vill's moon
ruptures
into charred pink;
pale hues
taste
dew-drops
whispering on night's
waiting lips--
a brown bird
swoops to a willow
cries faintly
I think of you
spell the kohl
of my fingers across
an empty page-
[breathes]
it will be another night...
with this need left
unread.
Author notes
option 2. The lines he wrote across my flesh burned; unpublished.
Vill by the way, is short for mandeville, my hometown.
A contest entry
- quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuickie C= by Kathraina.
400 points, ended October 6, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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that ending, is perfect.
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You have never ceased to amaze me my friend... This is gorgeously breathtaking - if ever could be. I love what you did with the inspiration quote.. by far surpassing the depth therein. Excellent piece!
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wow, i am amazed by the story you've penned here!
brilliant take on the prompt, i was captured by the first line!
bravo and thank you for entering
♥ kate -
Wow, this was fantastic.
You took the prompt in
such a great direction,
and beautifully so..
best wishes
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Shiz this is good!
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That's better!
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You always write with beauty and this is no exception.
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I applauded
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awww thanks
. means alot coming from one of my favourite poets
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