Oh, Lily dear…

  Bravo!   You refused to loosen your hair for a blackguard. Off you go! Stealthy on ballerina toes. Oh! Feel your way. The bank is muddy, the wind ripe with columbine and fennel. Your bouffant protected by a black hood.    

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 2

I wanted to work with a poetic form called the lune, which has a 5-3-5 syllable structure. Here, I strung three lunes together to compliment my obsession with vintage gothic romance covers. Plus it made me laugh. Barefoot through the bog white silk tears on naked branches. Without doubt, he knows her return’s inevitable She seems not to…

Catherine, it’s cold and it’s late…

Vintage gothic romance covers- tonight a beautiful woman turns toward a lighted window as she lingers by the gates of a country chateau.   Her hair and make-up are just so.  What’s not to love?  What’s in store for Catherine? How long must you tarry? The path by midnight beckons  and the milky way splashes  across…