A Rhyme of Chaos

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 Friday Writings #13: 13 Words on the 13th

Prompt words in red.


The winter’s tongue told a rhyme

of chaos

to the moon.

The tell-tale forest,

dirt on her feet

eavesdropped,

whispered to the storm,

“Howl this night! 

Make man’s bones shudder!”

 

The echo of the howl remains,

but no one is left to hear.

 

©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

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  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 13, 2022 at 2:11 PM

    You've been lurking around here, haven't you? We've had our share of storms the last little while. But it's supposed to be our summer!

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 13, 2022 at 5:09 PM

      Tsk! Nearly forgot to remark what a beautifully crafted poem this is, and how full of atmosphere.

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  2. Magaly GuerreroFebruary 16, 2022 at 7:25 AM

    There is an eerie tone in this one that makes me think of Poe, the last stanza in particular; I can feel the echo in my own bones...

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