powri? wro.
UneasyI suppose I should experiment more. But napo just went gurgle...
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Sonnet 3. Winter's childWinter howls beneath the eaves, a child's ache, furious and forlorn. My windows rattle, rain-lashed and wind-whipped, while I lie awake with desert eyes, all moisture spent in battle; that futile effort, sword against the sand, which shows no wound but leaves a bitter rime, a salt-poisoned plain. Can courage withstand erosion? Hope, the constant cut of time? Rain glitters on grimy panes, silver light against the golden, mirrored warmth inside and I am safe from stormy weather's might. A matter of perspective, yet a guide: I fall asleep with thunder in my ear, for noSonnet 3. Winter's child
by ~awydd
Sonnet 2. Clear night skyOn a clear night the stars seem hard and cold and far away, and my life looks so small. Such vastness becomes something I can hold when framed in glass and hung upon a wall. And through this window I perceive a ship at anchor, high above the cirrus streams, and I must board this vessel, lest I slip, unknowing, from my waking into dreams and endless, wasted, winter days. Oh, choice! Aloof, remote, a splinter of those stars, my stony, moonlit face and silent voice must seem to those beyond these unseen bars. The sails are furled, the lanterns, warm and bright, defy thSonnet 2. Clear night sky
by ~awydd
Sonnet 1. For an absent motherI know you love me, even through the shame of absence; that is how I bear the cost, the weight like lead each time I hear your name: slow bitter poison, knowing what I've lost can never be regained; the scorn and fear of ignorance, though this I recognise: the institution's captive cannot bear her only child, and I am not that wise: I want to hate as well, but you are mine! I can't forget you, nor leave you alone with your nightmares, your screams, your guilty whine; for what if I'm the cause? I must atone, for hurt and duty both are not so bold, but love, when knowSonnet 1. For an absent mother
by ~awydd
Elegy WIPElegy for a lost worldElegy WIP
These hills were once adorned in deeper hues, when ancient boughs burst forth in bright array. Forgotten now, the memory yet imbues the cluttered vales where once the Fey held sway.
Where terraced houses step down cobbled lanes and slate-bruised slopes betray forsaken mines, majestic trees once tossed their dappled manes
and pierced the sky with countless eager tines.
The soughing wind conducted chattering leaves whose swaying rhythm flowed from tree to tree. Illumined motes afloat beneath the eaves exalted a cathedral c
by ~awydd
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I'll be interested in seeing what you submit
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Thanks for the welcome. I have submitted a poetry WIP. It's supposed to be an elegy. I'd love to know what you think of it.
I'll try and have a look at your work too, though tbh I don't feel like I know enough about writing yet to make a very good comment.
And I'm about check out your first piece very shortly..
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