Morbid freckles sour
Shadows crawl over moon’s light
A murder of crows
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong. View all posts by Anita Lubesh
Don’t cha just love the name for their group? So perfect for poetry. Nice piece, Anita.
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It is a temptation. Thanks Michael.
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Beautifully penned
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Thank you. I feel spoiled – I gave you a ‘wow’ but time was against me.
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Trapped in his own mind,
in endless struggles to escape —
Ganymede lives on
if you re strict about your count then middle line is one over. If not then all’s good. I put it here cos no one will see lol.
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An oversight. I try to stick to 5/7/5. Will be more careful. Thanks, Anita.
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Btw, its ok for others to see. No problems with it.
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Ok, that’s good. you would be surprised at how many do…I have ruffled feathers trying to be nice.
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I love creepy verses 🙂
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Thank you, Tammy…didn’t see you there.
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