The Vampire Speaks

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Tanka Tuesday No. 290

Ekphrasis Poetry: photo prompt from Britta Benson 

My choice of syllabic form:  etheree

©Britta Benson

Come.

Come close.

Closer still.

Be not afraid.

I will not bite you,

not as you see me now,

bleached white by the centuries.

Before, when I was young and flesh,

I was fearsome then and radiant.

But now, adoration without the blood.

 

©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

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Comments

  1. SelmaSeptember 21, 2022 at 12:34 AM

    I like the contrasting points you mention in this etheree. I almost wished you'd taken it longer. Thanks for sharing. So cool. I'm not scared for you cannot bite me. smile*
    Thanks, Lisa. Lovely. xoxo, Selma.

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  2. JadeLiSeptember 22, 2022 at 7:11 PM

    I like the idea of being able to safely get close to a vampire.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 24, 2022 at 6:27 AM

    This could make a story...well done. (Kerfe)

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  4. Yvette M CalleiroSeptember 25, 2022 at 12:56 PM

    I love your take on this picture, Lisa! :-)

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2022 at 3:48 PM

    Jules (Tanka Tuesday) You met the challenge of the photo well!

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