Hallowmate by Selma Martin #SonnetSunday

With bitter regret, mine heart's been ladenSince Hallowmas when thou our bed-vow brokeAnd now perjured be roam I loath-burdenedWaiting for the day this prank I do choke Post hoc thine eyes see I as woeful shameThe smartest joke thine evils fortifiedNow my dreamy languor's found a new aimTo maim and deflate thou who art still... Continue Reading →

Bird Sonnet by Calm Kate

I’m not one for scary goblins or ghostsindeed I much prefer birds and flowersuntil I met a raven who dare boastsabout his huge beak vomiting showers of slimy creepy crawlies for some hoursas flocks of big beaked birds came hurtling downfelt freaky, like they had scary powersfear arose that creepy crawlies would drown Hitchcock touched... Continue Reading →

Sonnet at the witching hour

This is a sonnet at the witching hourthe moon is high, the wind moans through the treesdead leaves and petals dance from every bowerand flutter down, borne on the autumn breeze to stone cold earth, to rot and decomposeas death's cold season draws on, ever nearera single, late blooming and blood-red rosetempts with its scent,... Continue Reading →

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