Haiku from the Hill I hate being ill Nose blowing, eye streaming hell Man-Flu strikes again Copyright © JRFC December 2018 Image from Pixabay
Haiku from the Hill Can’t help but read all Like or dislike, means nothing Your words hypnotise Copyright © JRFC November 2018 Image from PixaBay, modified by JRFC
First published on Free Verse Revolution as part of their November ‘s Theme – Desire. Hope you enjoy.
She couldn’t help herself
Trophy after Trophy
Damn she was good
So determined, so adaptable
Rumour has it
Her record time was six minutes
Messy but oh the reward
How does she do it?
I heard she started young
Small challenges at first
Getting bigger as she grew
Now a master of her practice
In, out and no-one knows
She was there or how she does it
They never see her coming
She still hasn’t been caught!
Her latest; what a triumph
You must have read about it?
A man in the woods
Not much left after the wildlife got to him
But she got her trophy
Even took the dogs
And its collar as a bonus
Real desire that is
What a professional
What a Femme Fatale
Copyright © JRFC October 2018
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There, can you hear it?
A relentless tapping.
Incessant as the dark which captures the night.
It comes and never leaves. Beating out the marrow of my bones.
Do not shake your head in disbelief, it’s a nightmare for which I seek relief.
Hello, it’s me here the fluttering reminder?
You inside me, what is that sound.
It’s breaking my will and senses down.
I’m the little bird that was on your windowpane.
I came inside when you opened that vein.
And now you tap inside my skull all day?
I’m here yes, and happy to say;
better me than the moths and ghosts.
Who’d nibble at your heart like toast.
If I move to the light, will you follow?
I told you once, your head is not hollow; you know that I am here to stay.
For how long?
Well, I couldn’t say.
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It’s Free Thought Thursday and the prompt is WICKED.
This is the last prompt for October’s theme FEAR. On Monday we will be announcing November’s theme.
We look forward to reading your responses.
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Our Free Thought Thursday writing prompt this week was Haunted. Every week we will share the top three responses to our prompt; taken from WordPress and Facebook. Enjoy!
Haunted by her gaze
As blood dripped from a fanged smile
He was lost to her
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