Iron Poet Challenge #37

Iron Poet Challenge # 37
Poetic Form: Cinquain
Theme/Prompt: Evanescence

Unlaced
Mamie Willoughby Pound

Altair,
unlace my wings
whisper your dark, sweet tale
while magpies cry in the black night
for us

Heartbreak
Nerisha Kemraj

Night comes
the sun is gone
just as she has left me
alone, vulnerable, empty
I weep

Hide It
Maureen Larter

Hide it
Let’s not say it
Forbidden to think it
Don’t even want to hear it
It’s death

There.
Moira McArthur

lay there
outwith your arms.
side by side together.
the stillness in your quiet mood,
I wept.

then with
limbs entwined, we
lay together in the
quiet stillness of our deep love,
and slept.

R.B.’s Poem
Matt Henderson

I want
to be the wind
and slip beneath your door
to caress your divine body
just once

 


Iron Poet Challenge #36

 

Iron Poet Challenge #36

Poetic Form: Double Acrostic

Writers:  Moira McArthur, Matt Henderson, Maureen Larter, Nerisha Kemraj

Paddock Theater
Maureen Larter

Patches of dirt
And grass, green and lush,
Dotted with cattle.
Distance giving the area
Opalescent patterns of bright
Colour, spots all over.
Keeping my imagination alive.

***

A Poem of Paean
M. Henderson

Maybe another word or two; a polished phrase, poised, boot to wing–to unzip
at just the right time, flowing with just the right balance—grace, gusto,
momentum—soft enough to touch but resilient enough to invoke
intimations of reverence to look at with awe and wonder—a red butterfly’s dream
Everything one could expect and delight in from a poet’s words–magic spells.

***

 

Daughter
Nerisha Kemraj

Dancing, laughing, sharing joy, with her spirit so kind

Always forgiving, and ready to learn, without a quota

Understanding total love, whether through her presence or a chocolate gateau

Giving her all in everything she does, she’s forever smiling

Heart of gold, she strives for truth

Thankful for the things, to her, we’ve taught

Earth has known no greater joy or love,

Radiantly presented through the compassion of a true DAUGHTER…

***

Rewriting
Moira McArthur

 

Rewritings and edits are making you cuss.

Every time, says Finn, We get this fuss.

Writing is all about getting things down.

Reader decides dunce cap or crown.

If all you wish is fortune and fame

Then sister, you’re certainly in the wrong game.

I guess what I’m trying to say, is keep going

No giving in, keep that story growing.

Give me tonight, a chapter or three.

See? I’m behind you. Now get me my tea.

 

Iron Poet #27

Iron Poet #27

Style / Meter: Haiku
Theme / Keyword: Bleak

 

~ Matt Henderson

I watched a crow land
to dot my mind’s cold canvas
gray tree; grayer sky

~ D Lee Cox

Sun over brown hills
bleak winter paints mountains gray
spring dreams deeply still

~ Johnna Murphy

Ice upon the roads
a bleak and frigid morning
winter driving sucks

~ Nerisha Kemraj

Air bleak with sorrow
Raindrops fill every corner
The land is barren

Homeless ~ Sean Bracken

Sleeping on the street
Living week to week
Future looking bleak