I felt a draft sweep cross' my legs
as the zephyr nipped my skin
fighting off the guilt that begs
the clock chiming, 2 am
*
wrapped up in a dream I didn't know
that I was in
the frigid air, my breath doth show
my will is growing thin
*
the winter chill consumes me
patchwork mazes mark my flesh
predictions of a banshee
with a warning to express
*
seek the fields of dandi
for lions, with no whiskers to be found
a yellow labeled brandy
bullet holes scarring the ground
*
whispers of becoming
crawl like spiders down the hall
I keep a list of my shortcomings
hidden in Babushka dolls
*
the sun peeks through my window
another day to call my own
I go where hope and winds blow
collecting the seeds that I have sewn
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By Kelley Stead7 days ago in Wander
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Again, some stunning imagery here, and loved the original wordplay when splitting dandi, lion, and fields👏 Beautiful to read. “patchwork mazes mark my flesh” stuck out to me when I read this. Well done!
Another work of art, Kelli!
This was brilliant Kelli. Your choice of words, the way you weave lines together always floors me.
BEAUTIFUL VERY NICE
So beautifully written ❤️
This is fabulous, Kelli. Great use of the word prompts
Very imaginative... lovely relief of... "the sun peeks through my window another day to call my own."
I really like this, Kelli! Hard to pick a favorite stanza. I'm partial to this one for the vibrancy: seek the "fields of dandi for lions, with no whiskers to be found a yellow labeled brandy bullet holes scarring the ground" The rhythm throughout this is so well done. The imagery is so compelling and unique, especially that ending. Great poem, wonderful read. I went back again because it's just so good. ❤️
Dandi for lions. I really loved that! Your poem was sooooo beautifully written!
Ooh this is so gorgeous!! Each stanza is marvellous. "I keep a list of my shortcomings hidden in Babushka dolls" Such an awesome yet saddening line!! And the ending... that was superb!!
Wow!! This is absolutely magnificent. I loved: "seek the fields of dandi for lions, with no whiskers to be found a yellow labeled brandy bullet holes scarring the ground" Stunning. 💗
Challenge well met, Kelli!
Oh man, I absolutely love this. What a strong voice and style! I could really feel this in my bones. Great poem!
Awesome story!!! Loved it!!!❤️
Wow. That's incredible. Well done, my friend.