
of things that go bump
on moonless nights, the veil
pulled back, dimensions
blurred, the tiptoe of specters,
it could be my cats, roaming
there, there now, of course,
a lucid explanation…
but, i don’t have cats
~kat
A bit of whimsy in the form of a Tanka/Senryu for the Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2018 Challenge. Prompt: write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally.




April 8th, 2018 at 1:08 pm
😵
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April 8th, 2018 at 2:13 pm
HATE when that happens… 😆
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April 8th, 2018 at 3:37 pm
I know, right?! 😳
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April 8th, 2018 at 2:37 pm
A midnight moggy mystery!
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April 8th, 2018 at 3:42 pm
Yes! And a bit of fun. These NaPoWriMo prompts have been brutal this year! 🤨
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April 8th, 2018 at 7:12 pm
Purrfect
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