too many to count
souls lost to the greed of men
darkness can’t hide them
~kat
For Sonya’ Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by gn dim via Unsplash.
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Blame the Muse
“… the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;” —W.B. Yeats
The Scream, 1893 by Edvard Munch
incessant goading fills our heads
to do the dreaded things we fear
passion riles the weakest hosts
and blames the muse
but muses simply plant the seed
it’s passion’s fire that drives men mad
surrendering to wild extremes
renders us razed
yet middling is not the course
that moves faint hearts, nor feeds the soul
embracing darkness, shadow, light
each bearing virtues of their own
our angst assuaged
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Yeat’s Challenge Day 2 based on the verse above and using the “new” form suggesting a metered trio of stanzas with the following syllable count: 8 8 8 4 8 8 8 4 8 8 8 8 4 .
The Narcissist
Day One of Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge. Today based on these lines:
“they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold:” —W. B. Yeats
A bit of research revealed that “ger-eagles” in Yeat’s day was a term used to describe vultures. It was also a term decades later attributed to Hitler’s Order of the German Eagle during WWII. The vulture theme certainly applies, which made me think of another type of vulture who preys on the weak in our times. Well, at least in my humble opinion, it seems to fit. History repeats itself.
The Narcissist
only a narcissist
tweets arrogant blurbs with his tiny fat fingers,
only a narcissist
rallies vile throngs, which are Yuge as he insists,
reeking of smut and glut while poverty lingers,
blaming all his ills on witch-hunting left wingers,
only a narcissist
-kat
A Rondolet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA.The refrain line should be half the number of syllables of the other lines.
The Calm
terrifying night,
thin, the veil, deathly still,
calm before the storm
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Night and Spooky/Terrifying
The Flame
in the gloaming gloom
candlewicks charred from past trysts
yearn to be consumed
with no dread of ashy death
the flame’s fervid kiss is life
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge. This week with a twist…to use synonyms of the promptwords: Fright/Dread and Night/Gloaming.
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