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.
 

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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.

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.
 

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.
 

Travesty

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Whispers of Ethereal Pain

Igniting Passion

Again and Again

Tantra – NaPoWriMo

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She Weaves her Tapestry,

Intrinsic Silence

Born upon the Breeze,