Note: sorry if you’re getting this twice. I posted this, then un-posted because I meant to wait until today. But apparently re-posting it didn’t send out a notification.
I wrote two poems recently, one in free verse, and the other a haiku. I accidentally sent it early, but decided 1) it needed a polish, and 2) some pictures would be nice.
In the Shade the Weeping Willow
In the shade Of the willow tree Husband and wife embrace For the first time, For the last time. You may call him a boy: Round face, smooth cheeks But he is man enough for the emperor. To fight for him To die for him. You may call her a girl: Slight, sweet But she is now a wife, Soon to be widow. Dappled light on two bodies Now one flesh Under a canopy fashioned by God. Father Valentine bade them wed Before they bid adieu. He is a father now Tho he dost not know it. She'll be a weeping widow Under the weeping willow.
Footsteps
Footsteps in the snow
Outside my bedroom window
But I live alone
I wrote these as part of
’s Microdosing fiction exercise.And, of course, in honor of St. Valentine.
