Saturday Mix/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Lunes – “The Raven’s Kaw” #poetry #saturdaymix #photochallenge


Thanks to Teresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the prompt on flashbacks. And also thanks to NENEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menageriefor hosting this week’s Photo Challenge. 

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Credit: Laura Makabesku

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Such blackness here, wild fears, 

Cannot be helped;

Once I paused, and saw —

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His Raven eyes spellbinding me.

Tapping the window, 

Glass shattering, I’m breathless

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Bedroom door locked, all asleep —

But for I, 

Raven kaws, advances towards me.

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I’m prey, what he desires, 

Shapeshifting bird becomes —

Enchanting man, tapping tappered fingers. 

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“Stop playing games and come away,” 

But in my —

Dreams of week’s before I —

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Dreamt the Raven ripped out —

My throat raw; 

I became his dark companion.

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Life was grand but I —

Lost myself, 

In him; was loved but —

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Destined for a fate I —

Scarce imagined with —

No place of my own. 

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When his world became too —

Much, I required —

Thinking space, some breathing room. 

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So when the Raven man, 

Of my dreams, 

Arrived — I knew him well. 

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And while he stared with —

Fascination at my, 

Coffee eyes purple-bruised, I —

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Begged, if he was going —

To love me; 

I required a quiet space. 

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I couldn’t be his mistress, 

His everything without —

“A room of [my] own.” *

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Without, I couldn’t function well, 

And soar with –

Him at night; unless he —

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Promised to stay outside my —

Head, my. mind, 

And leave my thoughts alone.  

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We both needed some privacy. 

So with shiny, 

Wings bold we together flew. 

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Before our flight, he gifted —

Mint-sapphire ring,

Binding us both in our —

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Promises — me that I had, 

Quiet space; he —

That I was his companion;

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His forever mate; loved well —

Our life together,

Shapeshifters seek dawn — Ravens night. 

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*Virginia Woolf – A Room of Her Own 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem – Bop – “Another Wonderland” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this prompt. For the prompt I have chosen the theme “a trip behind the looking glass,” the male Z name “Zenith,” the female Z Name “Zephira,” the instrument of a “mandolin,” the scent of “vanilla,” and the verb “surrender.”  Also, I’m combining the Prompt with Grace from Poetic’s Pub #dVerse on boarders

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Credit: Diogo Costta

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Mirror divides, boarders in this place from next,

She’s a second Alice, in blue, much perplexed. 

Her name, Zephira, born in distant lands. 

Fingers graze looking glass, ripples expand, 

Beyond here she knows lies Wonderland where —

She’ll meet talking creatures, rabbits, hares. 

Through the looking glass, Zephira finds new life. 

She’s read of Alice’s journey; though glass,

So she enters, vanilla an aroma that lasts; 

Invades her lungs as she breathes it in, 

This new reality, chance to explore freedom. 

Not to be forced to surrender to life’s —

Hypocrisy, marriage games played with spite. 

Alliance (loveless) to wealthy prospects, 

Zephira forgets, enticed with perspective. 

Through the looking glass, Zephira finds new life. 

Notes of the mandolin strummed lead her bare feet, 

To places wondrous where flowers her greet.  

Rising high, to top of mountain peeks, finds, 

Zenith, who’ll not control her, so she shines. 

Zephira surrenders to him, her choice glad, 

Holding hands in boarders of Wonderland. 

Through the looking glass, Zephira finds new life.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.