we flit through life
from one pretty moment to the next
like butterflies
never settling for the perfect bloom
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
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Softy falling snow
Blanket for the sleeping bulbs
Dreaming of the spring
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
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this cavernous sprawl seeks fulfilment,
a splash of something in the gloom,
no reflection in a cardboard puddle
but something solid, something whole,
then the emptiness shall lick parched lips,
ponder on what it was, is, will become,
and this husk shall gasp an asphyxiation,
as if having swallowed the perfect dream.
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity
The sound of snowflakes kissing the ground.
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Richard
From the depths of darkness springs a fountain of perfect night
bereft of stars and moon and dust,
where empty dreams pour forth in wayward moments
as shadows and onyx dusks.
This was whence she came from.
This was the once home of Death.
She wore her hair long about slim shoulders,
like raven epaulettes burnished to a glasslike night.
Porcelain skin adorned by the ultramarine
jewels that were her eyes,
she brought with her only the abyss,
her wants and her fears,
as she hauled herself from the Beneath
and tiptoed away into a world of frosting breaths.
She’d never seen anything sparkle.
How Death wept at the beauty of it all.
to be continued. . .
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity
Dispersing in increments
An atom at a time
I dislocate, relocate, allocate
Myself elsewhere
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity
curling leaf rustles
preparing for the autumn
forgetting to live
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity
Written for Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge
Today’s Prompt was Creature.
It wasn’t the teeth that bit,
Nor the eyes that glared,
Not even the claws that slashed;
It wasn’t the spikes that poked,
Nor the tail that swatted,
Not even the horns that gouged;
It was the creature’s name that hurt,
Stung like a thousand bee stings,
As it slipped from my lips: Sister.
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity
Soothing of the mind
The dusk blending to twilight
Midnight in waiting
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Richard
Written for Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge
This undead passion
Tis a double-pronged assault
Biting down gently
These memories born of blood
Flowing through eternity
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity
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