The Calming Storm

The Calming Storm

From my slumber
I awake—to Nature's great melee!
Raging Hydra's electric tendrils
Kissing Sky to Sea. 

Obsidian

Volcanic dense, though lava cooled, 
Carved Phoenix rising to the sky, 
To penetrate a pale, blue pool, 
A morning call to Night's demise.
 

THOUGHTS

By Pratishruti Mohanty, Gina Gallyot and Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The past

was back to haunt her

with shadows

that bent over

and whispered your name

On Easter Sunday

by R. Saint Claire

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Poetry challenge: Easter poem.
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In our Sunday coats we stay.
A sunny day! When coloured
Eggs and sweets we crave:
A visit to the family grave.

Up the thorny path we're taken
To the hill where marble crypts
And busts of men (their ranks forsaken)
Rest in shades of obelisks.
 

The Storm

The Storm

by R. Saint Claire

Sheets of ocean pierced by Titans
Channeled on Leviathan’s back,
Swells and lolls, crests and heightens,
Mounting Sky’s sulphuric crack.

Ode to Spring

ODE TO SPRING
by R. Saint Claire

Wings span across the sky in flight
Green, snaking slivers stretch and lift.
From murky mounds to peaks of light
The falcon’s golden iris shifts. 

One Heart

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.

ONE HEART
By R. Saint Claire

Loving center and corporeal home,
A fused join at two chambers meeting,
Sacred symbol of the love I own,
And emblem of my life’s completing.

Love Sonnet

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
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LOVE SONNET
by R. Saint Claire

Bright twinkle of stars and warmth of the sun,
Flotillas of clouds in Heaven’s fresh air,
Dark battles through which the brave hero becomes,
To all things amazed, my lover compares.
 

The Red Tower

From “Remembering the Dead” by R. Saint Claire

 

THE RED TOWER

In the Red Tower
The planes mature
To a dance that beats
Red sausage links and iron ore.
 

ODE TO MELANCHOLY

ODE TO MELANCHOLY

Saturnal turnings to woeful wooings,
Unrequited in a heart that aches,
Infernal dreams of despair imbuing,
Hopelessly tethered to past mistakes.
 

Within a Dream

Within a dream the voice is real:
A shrill, struggling song.
A door in the floor, I open it
Unafraid and follow the sound.
A secret tunnel spirals underground;
 

Dracula Sonnet

DRACULA 

Peasants fear the mention of his name.
Grown men tremble at the setting sun.
O’er the Carpathian mountain range
Among the forest where wild wolves run.