Demeter

A spinster-to-be Yes, that is me No one to call No one at all No one to catch When I fall. A spinster-to-be can already see what lies there in ...

Bonnets, bows day at seaside wind blows sand into eyes and you can't tame the grey because it lives already – and no one feels like throwing the jackets off. ...

A/N: They don't really relate with each other, but I didn't want to post them separately either. I followed the 5-7-5 scheme with all of them. Let me know what ...

excited chatter by the four-posterkeeping the chamber alive whilevalets fuss around brushing hems and hiding hairpins into skulls -- ow, watch it, will you?truly sorry, ma'am, keep still -- cameos ...

A/N: I wrote almost 50 haiku/haikus/haiki during my trip to Thailand, and these are some of my favourites. As you can probably see, a lot of them are strongly inspired ...

my insteps are brown and weatherworn,like yield before this year's harvestbut coloured toenails are all they needto look young againand in the corner of my eye, the same shade of ...

For Blinky's contest. (Link at the bottom.)*they were born into rusty necklacesand stone floor kissing their solesand before their very eyes, where pupils had long overthrown the irises,a non-stop sha

Spoiler! : Here is the key to part II. I will eternally respect anyone who takes the time to decode it by themselves, but I know it might be a ...

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Spoiler! : A/N: The Catcher in the Rye, chapter 5. traces of ink resemble splinterson the side of his handwhen he finishes writing –but similes on brown leather lookas good ...