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:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity

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Husk

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Image courtesy Leandra Rieger on Unsplash.com

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.


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

To Indigo Lost

Noctivagant Press: Issue 5

I am absolutely delighted to be included in my favourite magazine once again. I’m a luck boy with how many places I’ve been published, but there’s something about Noctivagant that stirs the soul. Always beautifully presented, and full of top quality work, I cannot recommend reading it enough. Now available to view on Noctivagant Press’ website and soon to be released as a book, I hope you can take some time out of your busy schedules to enjoy some good old fantastical reads.

This season’s topic was dark romance, and my own story, ‘To Indigo Lost‘ is about as dark as they come. Please do enjoy.


Thank you for reading

Richard

Richard M. Ankers

Author of The Eternals Series

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Britannia Unleashed

From

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Image courtesy Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash.com

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. . .


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

Elsewhere

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Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

Dispersing in increments
An atom at a time
I dislocate, relocate, allocate
Myself elsewhere


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

The Creature I Knew

 Written for Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge
Today’s Prompt was Creature.

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Photo by Skyler Sawyer on Unsplash

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. 


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