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Bloody Portal What’s behind the red door? The night had me restless no sleep since I heard that sound. That eerie, strange strangling coming from across the way, loud enough to travel up to my window. Jumping up and looking out I saw a crack of light as the scarlet entry closed. Was that a foot I saw dragged inside? Something sinister stays within those seemingly normal walls. The climbing chill sends me back to the warmth of my grey down comforter but slumber alludes ‘til daybreaks. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Same Prompt photo: Morning Bedroom Photo, different perspective Saturday Morning
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Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Invented Forms The Nonet is a popular invented stanzaic form that can be found all over the internet. Both Poetry Base and Shadow Poetry feature it as well as several other poetic communities. The elements of the Nonet are: stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas. syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line. usually unrhymed. unidentified by judi van gorder tangled tight within brush and brambles crusted in grit and crushed dead leaves in a putrid pile of trash the color of clay mud a skeletal hand lying stone still suddenly flinches. Once
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Third Dimension (a Quaterion) Forgotten in a tight airless attic, a thing that was to prove problematic, a Halloween reflective diorama in reenactment of a psychodrama. The shoebox, webbed and painted black, a tiny coffin's cedar lid drawn back, inside a body stiff in death, an axe imbedded in the head, a final tax. A challenge to create this poematic with ghoulish display in frightful panorama. The sounds with screeching tone, elegiac and words don't always tell the lonely facts. ~~ Judi Van Gorder
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unidentified tangled tight within brush and brambles crusted in grit and crushed dead leaves in a putrid pile of trash the color of clay mud a skeletal hand lying stone still suddenly flinches, once ---- ---Judi Van Gorder A Nonet