#OctPoWriMo Day 31/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Acrostic – “The Flapping” #poetry #100WordWednesday #amwriting u


For OctPoWriMo Day 31 the theme is an Acrostic poem with the word mysterious. Also combining with Bikurgurl’s #100Word Wednesday prompt. 

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Credit: Heather Sanders

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Mist veils the horizons as sunlight peaks, 

Yellowish-glitter highlights the forest in gold dust. 

Strange flutters heard as the fog dissipates, 

Trite concerns to the silence heard, no boisterous bird peeps.

Everchanging, the fog leaves and returns, slithering into —

Remenants of rabbit holes and homes dug by foxes. 

Ill winds blow but the fog conceals their bitterness, 

Only the sunlight crawling beneath the fog bodes well. 

Universal symbol of hope from night’s darkest creatures still dwelling, 

Sounds of eerie flapping again, fading into slumber. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Synchronocity – “Art Hell” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge. 

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Credit: Kyla @ Deviantart

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I’m a vivid monument, 

I’m his lover cruelly tricked, 

Just art. 

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Result of magic powerful, 

A priest with such evil intent,

Wounds me. 

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For I had thought the toxic paint,

That burned my skin would kill me,

I wished.

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I only pass out the priest laughs, 

Eyes glinting, evil smile, tells me —

“Enjoy.”

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For this was my punishment,

Tempting our ‘leader’ with my love, 

Trapped now. 

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Not quite alive, not quite so dead,

My man, the leader, loves artwork, 

He stares.

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I wonder if he recognizes,

A shadow of his beloved gone, 

Each night. 
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He comes with pain others cannot —

Ever see; I could’ve been his, 

Soft place. 

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Never can I speak, the priest’s curse, 

Ensured silence, a spell took —

My voice.

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I pray to God help me find —

My love jumps as my voice cries,

Returned. 

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Becomes aghast, furious, 

He thinks me a dream I tell him,

The truth. 

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Our stories, our love, a life —

We’d planned and he listens,

With tears.

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Then such rage summoning priest,

Who is forced to repair me from this, 

Art hell.

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I’m taken from between life and —

Death; restored to my former self, 

I’m saved.

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My hero never gave up on —

Me; didn’t believe I ran, now 

We’re us.

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Priest I have no knowledge of, 

My guy, our leader was enraged, 

Priest dead? 

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Or suffering hell as I?  

Two years in art trapped, lost; 

Now free.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Just a small note: There maybe a slight Grey’s Anatomy Bias!

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