Panics of terror coursing through my veins
Not knowing fake from the real
Who would take the blame
Running to and fro
I’m at a loss of words
This person in the mirror before me
Man this is absurd.
My body form I don’t notice
Now all muscular
I have been transformed into something else
Like I’ve been reborn.
My wings are now ablaze this is something new
I’m normally not fearful but if you saw me
You’d want to run too.
Asleep I was a fairy dreaming of the moon
And the clouds above
Then the dream turned dark and dread
Like the sandman went all rogue
My skin felt like lava
Intriguing to myself
Now able to creep on fours
And walk on twos
What is this form? I’m amused
Eyes glint gold
I’m feeling bold
Stories will be told
They may call the fairy paddy wagon..
The whispers and stares
As they notice that overnight
This mere fairy was transformed into…
A dragon.©️
Poetry by Linda M. Crate
the thinning veil
of all hallow’s eve
is here,
the monsters are
coming
ready-or-not;
candy, masks, masquerades;
but also vampires, werewolves,
and shapeshifters:
oh my!
not to mention the goblins,
the swamp things,
banshees ready to wail,
and all the things
without names
ready to come out and lurk
in the dark recesses
of nature and your mind—
happy haunting from every
ghost and ghoul!
-linda m. crate
Sunday Suggestions
Happy Sunday y’all! Hope your week went well!
Here is the prompt for today! We’d love it if you shared a snippet of what you wrote with it!
Did you see that? under the bed, I saw something…
Show Us What You Got Saturday!
This is your day to shine. You got an art piece you are proud of? Or a scene you feel is well written? Or a picture you think was amazing that you took? Share it! We always want to encourage creative projects. And we love seeing what you are doing.
Forbidden by Linda M. Crate
immortal soul
you are my forbidden fruit,
the one everyone says you
ought to avoid;
but i want to take a bite
let your juice run down my hands—
watch every sacred temple
of my name
stained in a new light,
and i know not everyone
will appreciate the color;
but life is too short
&
i want to know the magic
and the warmth
of your love—
so i break open my bones,
my heart is a missive
singing every harmony you
could need;
and i’ll carry your secrets
forever in this immortal
soul.
Follow Friday
Today we ask that you leave in comments great pages that you think we should follow. Be sure to include your own link!
A Poem by Linda Craft
enjoy the ride
life itself feels like
a masquerade
sometimes,
i feel like when i open
my eyes sometimes
i should still be four years
old picking blackberries
with mama;
how did i close my eyes
at twenty,
waking up when i was
forty?
seems unreal how fast
time can go by,
we wanted to be grown
so quickly;
i wish i could go back in
time and dance at a masquerade ball—
get kissed underneath the moonlit
velvet sky,
glittering with stars;
i wish i could tell that girl to enjoy the ride.
Throwback Thursday
So, This is where we talk about older books. Has your book been out a year or more? Tell us about it! Links and blurb, and maybe your next read will be in the comments below! We are always looking for our next read, and everyone asks about your newest volume.
Here we show love to those books that are already out. Don’t have but one? Share it! Have not published yet? Share your favorite author. Let’s make the comments pop with suggested reading!