memories unbound
dusky hunger-sated nights
giving way at dawn

Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982
Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie’s Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet’s choice.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
memories unbound
dusky hunger-sated nights
giving way at dawn

Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982
Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie’s Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet’s choice.
A tale to be told?
Once brothers in law but now
eternal neighbors.

Thanks to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge (neighbor) and to Fandango’s FOWC (instead) for the inspiration for this tale as old as time.
seeking to avoid
an unchosen destiny
she slips through the gap
like a whisper in the night
a bounded servant no more

I love cemeteries. A recent visit to the historic Oaklawn Cemetery in Tampa inspired thoughts about escaping an unwanted destiny; whether that fate is death or something else is up to the reader to decide.
But, here’s hoping that 2021 offers some respite from 2020.
Thanks also to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge word (servant) and to Fandango’s FOWC word (avoid) for giving me added fuel for my vague thoughts.
Yesterday beckons
A promise cloaked in red, still
Autumn days wither

Image credit; Shche- Team @ Unsplash
Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for the inspiration.
putrid memories
slip into my mind like rot
as grace is denied

As the kids would say … #mood
Thanks to Fandango’s FOWC and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for providing words that could be used to fit my current state of mind: PUTRID, SLIP, & GRACE.