#NaPoWriMo Day 10/Photo Challenge: “Rabbit’s Play” #amwriting #poetry #photochallenge #MLMM


For Day 10 NaPoWriMo the Prompt is: to ” write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happing at once.” Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.


Credit: Alpha Coders


You locked the door shut;

I threw away the key.

Door slamming, the house shook,

It wasn’t rejection —

Claws of tiger digging,

It wasn’t the ache spiralling,

A corkscrew in my clavicle.

It wasn’t fatigue,

The floating leaves crackling,

Fall’s sudden chill,

Winter’s stark sting.

Words uninviting,

But a spade is a spade;

Your kindness a shark,

Large teeth, tail flicking.

Lies the black stripes,

Safari orange fur —

Mangled with spite,

Hidden behind decency.

The beast maimed;

Honesty infringed.

No intelligible motives,

As teeth rip to shreds.

But she set herself up,

And a spade is a spade.

The true queen reigns,

Not in dungeon’s keep.

The lady in red,

On her pedestal;

Floats and crackles,

Autumn’s crisp maple leaves,

Ragged and torn.

You’re better than that?

But he’s not.

Obese — vile words,

A tiger disgusted.

A question —

I crept into the den,

He was offended,

And I was prey,

Amusing —

With no matter.

His last words, claw cuts–

Sinking inside deep,

Where my stomach turns.

The ruby sun rose,

Blood flowed and flowed.

All because I have no control —

Because I was not born,

Demure and petite;

He spurned my art,

Thus, spurned my chest.

Three-years younger,

He’s thirteen years too young —

Inside.

But I bated the beast,

Naturally, his teeth revealed.

Tiger perplexed,

Slinking back to the den.

His side gapes,

Licking his wounds;

No winning against him,

In this game —

Not his type.

Inside his ribs,

Fat where is soul should be —

Deceit.

He thinks he knows,

But he can’t envision.

He has judged,

Growling a retort.

She laughs,

The rabbit slips away.


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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – ” Innocent Missteps”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt misstep.

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Counting steps up the narrow stairs,

Games, children play so unawares,

Tall steps and short legs, possibly mean,

Tumbling fall, missteps unseen.

Watch where you step little one, off the given path,

Dangerous sights behold, adventures calling, laugh.

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Down through the trees and the bushes,

Walking past creatures, no ‘shushes.’

Imagination overtaking,

Vivid thoughts, young spirit awakes,

Missteps taken, no words to say, yet grinning.

Turning round the beaten path, which way? Spinning.

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Child alone on empty forrest way,

Terror pronounced evil, child fey.

Innocent one, not so innocent.

Ready to pounce, so indifferent.

Terror worse then, lion, tiger or bear; pointed teeth.

Counting steps, hunter of the midnight hour, she’s unleashed.

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Literary Lion: Let it Rain. 


A Tiger in The Rain. (www.mehipnotizes.deviantart.com)

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Lilly was murdered. Our Negus claims she was sacrificed for rain; a tiger mauled the Negus. The sky cried for Lilly, Chiuta murmured, “drink me.”

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Word Count: 25 words

Negus –  King

Chiuta – god of rain.

Thanks to I Smith Words (Laura) for the word prompt of drink me for a twenty-five word story.

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