Lucy’s Draco

This was inspired by lucy’s poem dreamscape posted on her lucy and co blog.

Hi my dearest Draco,

Sedentary forlorn am I, In the caves of Ceves,

My father’s company, I keep this winter,

Dreaming of your, Wicked fanged sneer,

Bringing brightness, To my melancholy.

My father’s company, I keep this winter,

My father reading aloud from, Lucy’s work and co.

Dreamscape under his influence even the earth Trembles and quakes.

Dreaming of your wicked fanged sneer

As he reaches

“Have you ever noticed the clouds, would be a great place to hide a body.”

The skies rain blood.

Bringing brightness, To my melancholy,

Just to tease my hunger for your passions,

That awaits my summer Reunited in your, Arms.

Cannot wait

Eternally Persephone

Am I puzzeled

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/24/poetics-for-the-love-of-puzzles/

This evening at #Dversepoetspub Lillian introduced me to acrostic poetry. and her own acrostic plus form this got mr truely puzzled so just had to give it a try using something in the news a lot at the moment.

Peace and love become,

Undone by,

zealots’ extreme convictions,

zeroing in on, brainwashed,

Losers hankering for,

Extremism rule,

Death only, will reign.

Reboot the love stufF,

Poems by OrlandO,

Catching zealots’ glee never.

Giving back world’S,

Peace and love on QU,

Avoiding Extremist as ruleR,

Will Leave only lovE.

© 24/08/2021 rogleach

Hangry at the open

#fowc-hangry

#dverse ,#quadrille-heart

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/23/quadrille-134-we-heart-poems/

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/23/fowc-with-fandango-hangry/

Hangry heart at the open,

Hangry for live music,

My hearts craving the company,

The company of life.

The company of life,

Makes me hangry

For live music

Here at the wharf’s open mic

My hangry heart finds soul.

Finds fulfilment

In music’s company

#fisherywharfopenmic

Hard Labour

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/17/poetics-exploring-the-realm-of-korean-literature-first-stop-seoul/

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/17/fowc-with-fandango-glut/

This is purely a fictional piece created to fit both #dverse and #fowc prompt today.

My worn feet ache: stood far too long,

Shoes taken off: relieving ache.

Leg, arm and hand: tired from glut,

Glut of hard work: sentence given.

Child killed: blame received,

No alibi: alone sleeping.

My innocence: always ignored,

Glut hard labour: not my reward.

Child killed: mother guilty,

Father blamed: never innocent.

Draco remembers.

#darkloveletters,

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/16/prosery-clouds/

at the dverse poets pub this evening I have been introduced to the poem “clouds” by Constance UrDang . the line to be used is “but these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky.”

MY dearest,

Persephone can you recall,

The day we met on the river bank. You reading aloud from Constance UrDang. The first thing I heard from you was “But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter. Against the blue cloth of the sky.” Bam I was smitten.

The universe faded into an insufficient slime floating on life’s pond as I watched you lips speak these words. The sky cleared to let the sun shine upon your wonderous presence. Your startling beauty adding to the sun’s vigour and vitality. Permanently Intoxicating my heart and soul.

Now knowing I shall never see you in the day light again this memory I hold dear. Your once blue eyes now black with death will always stay blue within this memory. The very eyes you passed on to Lazuli.

With eternal love for my exotic clutter.

DRACO