Crumbling

Published Poetry

I’m delighted to have my poem ‘Crumbling‘ published today at the wonderful Ephemeral Elegies.

A big thank you to editor Tiffany Renee Harmon for showing faith in my work.

When a magazine is subtitled ‘The Poetry of Emotion’ you know it’s going to be good. All the works displayed there make for a fantastic read, so please do take a look.

Again, I hope you enjoy ‘Crumbling‘.

Thanks for reading

Richard

Richard M. Ankers – Author

Haiku 11

Dawn burns night away

Inflammatory this life

Nothingness can wait

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Richard

Like Butterflies

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.
Also Available:
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Haiku – Content

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.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity

Husk

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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

Bliss

The sound of snowflakes kissing the ground.

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Richard

From

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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

Elsewhere

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

Forgetting to Live

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

The Creature I Knew

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