Restlessness and frustration reverberate throughout my body, the echo of an echo ricochets leaving when scream meets air
and pen meets paper, ink sizzling no different from the perpetual vexation that causes witches' cauldrons to bubble, emotions stirred with a wooden ladle
if words are magic as you say then i am a magician, a trickster desperate to preserve the facade that these musings are more than mundane.
At the foot of the mountain, men and women alike dress in the color of death, casting sihouettes that forebode the road ahead, no less shameful than a vulture circling the sky waiting to swoop in when prey is vulnerable.
At the foot of the mountain men and women alike swear on an oath to slay the wyvern roosting above, a heavy tail constricting the crest.
At the foot of the mountain flashbacks flood into the minds of men and women alike. Those vivid images of serenity left in terror and ruin by flame blaze the path ahead.
You are the frostbite that crawls up the embedded torsos of trees attempting to heal after a barren wintertide.
In late March, I thought you were finally gone until I found you regressing back into a puddle on my front steps this morning.
Even on days where I'm laughing and smiling and I'm moving on, hints of you are left behind-- when the wind howls outside my bedroom window I hear your voice and in the blanket of dew, I swear I see shadows of the puppet strings that bound my limbs once upon a time.
Wow. You’re so talented and totally winning our April Madness bracket.
Trickster has some really nice vocabulary to better create the idea of a frantic, rushed attempt to write? I think “The ink sizzling” is such an interesting and wicked verb use.
Infernal is short but very succinct and I love that image of moons at night. Makes me think of werewolves XD.
I like the repetition of “At the foot of the mountain” in Wyvern because you’re allowing for the reader to keep adding to the image of a mountain with every line. All three stanzas just go with each other so well.
Frostbite was eerie. Dang. The comparison/contrast with the happy feelings at the end do a nice job of bringing it all together.
“Lightning pirouettes” in Squall is a delicious combination. Am I love that last line. Like before, all you need is a little relation between stanzas/pieces to string the {somewhat} loose ends in a cute little bow.
Can’t wait for more poems! I love your style <3
name: key/string/perks pronouns: she/her/hers and they/them/theirs
novel: the clocktower (camp nano apr 24) poetry: the beauty of the untold (napo 2024)
If love is a game then you are an addict with your eyes wide and face too close to the screen. When you lose, you kick reason to the curb and blame the game, throwing the controller against the wall because you have none.
Your sweet smiles can turn the ice surrounding hearts mutating into kingdoms of frost into soup. Arctic veins stiff as the rails at the skatepark transfer warm blood once again.
The sound of your cinnamon voice can render a devil with icicles dripping from his ribs and a handgun asleep in his back pocket defenseless but I'll never tell you that.
Wow, I really like #6 - an excellent metaphor. The image that forms in my mind is incredibly vivid, and a little bit scary.
"The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it." --Douglas Adams
Yesterday, I threw away my mattress after weeks of watching your scent rise from the sheets like a pool's breath on a cool morning. With bent springs and worn edges, that bed saw two years of restless nights spent tossing and turning in the puddles of our hair. Back then, we were messes, leaving behind snowflakes of our souls and sprinkles of our bones. Now, we're nothing
(without the mattress that knew the shape of our bodies better than anyone else).
I loved "Squall". There's vivid imagery in a lot of these poems, but I think with Squall the imagery came to life for me, it's those verbs, man those verbs. Plus, I thought the theme in that one line: beauty can be dangerous, perfectly sums up a lot of these poems, especially "Mattress" - that voice is creepy to the max, but a brilliant concept I'd love to explore deeper!
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