Chandelier’s Swing

Chandelier’s Swing He wanted to throw off his disguise, swing from the chandelier over the crowd, drop down on the dais sword drawn, one swing away from decapitation, one drop of a headless corpse to the ground and his comrades, the Guardians, avenged. He gripped the cane that supported him and bandages pulled against wounds unavenged. Masked dancers moved beneath the chandelier whose light glistened off their costumed faces. One girl in wine cast her eyes without fear at the betrayer she stalked. Her laces hid a surprise he guessed but her quarry retired, leaving her an unknown story. ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading Chandelier’s Swing

In Sleep It Lies – A Magpie Prompt Sonnet

In Sleep It Lies Neither he nor she, but it; its rest broke as it thrashed, dreamed of its captivity interrupted by a blade’s careful stroke. Not human but magic kind, depravity had been its master before now, that tale’s written on its countenance evoking pity from its savior, whose health would fail if he continued sitting there watching instead of resting. He’d already picked up an orphaned babe on this quest now he added a magical misfit who tricked with its androgynous nonconformity, making the eye discern both he and she, when in reality, none would it be. ~ ~ ~ This sonnet stars a prospective character for a short story set in … Continue reading In Sleep It Lies – A Magpie Prompt Sonnet

Carving Pumpkins

Carving Pumpkins Neither he nor she, but it; not human but magic kind, it squats scooping the guts from a pumpkin. Tweaking a wicker man’s body to crown with the pumpkin its cut, the ratty humanoid creature ignores the clinking chains that bind it to this spot. It’s outlived its sanity; life’s a chore. It carves squash flesh, to make faces that’ll rot, It hunches over the jack-o-lantern. A man watches, his hand gripping his sword, a flash of a pink cheek makes his anger burn. He advances, severs chains with his sword. Once freed the sculptor, in its arms settled, the fresh jack-o-lantern he had jostled. … Continue reading Carving Pumpkins

Fright Night – A Daily Post Sonnet

Fright Night Dead hands claw at earth’s oppression, shove dirt from bodies rotted to bone, levered the remnants of their forgotten spirits up from yawning graves that death delivered. Far this cemetery’s blight, all’s cracked and broken in the world, ’cause balance is broken, life’s wheel is smashed, nature is backed in a corner, cowering at the crisis. ‘Till the Guardians ride, their swords raised high, their helms agleam in fading starlight, their armor bright in lines they stand, face the eye of death they do and vanquish its corpse there at the cemetery gates. To their graves the dead do flow, for the … Continue reading Fright Night – A Daily Post Sonnet

Avengers’ Masque – A Stomp Prompt Sonnet

Avengers’ Masque Her costume, a gown of fine wine, her mask set with pearls clasped to her face by ribbons woven into her tresses for the task of concealing sharp toothed combs. Those ribbons doubled as garrotes to choke betrayer’s throats if she could lure the king’s killers out to the veranda. Did the betrayer see circling near that his doom had turned out? The whisper silk of her dress gave notice of her progress across the ballroom, booze kept all but one, and not her accomplice, from watching the killer, that one guest whose sword belt held not a copy tied for peace, but a Guardian’s blade wanting … Continue reading Avengers’ Masque – A Stomp Prompt Sonnet

Sestina: O, Guardian Most Dear

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O, Guardian Most Dear*

From earth to earth, drawn by the hand of need,
and wielded by the arm of justice to
protect all people, serve the Lord Father,
uphold the Sacred Balance. Let thy will
never falter, thy heart never become
corrupted, O my Guardian most dear.

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