The Poetry Marathon

Chalices of legend

jeweled, coveted, rare

pour their contents slowly

into the pungent Earth

Water, ageless yet eternal

waits for the emboldened traveler

Wine, refined by time

is fickle in its wisdom

Blood, precious but reluctant

flows freed from splitting skin

The chalices empty, leaving little

within the bronze swept basins

The sun sets, the moon rises,

opal and emerald glint

softly in its illusion

Three seers part ways

Artful embroidery

dragging through

the grasses of separate lands

–they will know when

to meet again

A watchful eye

hopeful, lingering

through the night

on grayed hair

falling, landing

unexpected, invasive

Heavy steps

in creaking hallways

Sagging skin

draped from tired eyes

The pale rider

catches my gait,

sees me lurking bitterly

in the shadows

He stops, observes

then carries on

This night is not

for me

and he has been

patient

in his claim

of Lords and Kings

Hi all! My name is Marissa Wolfe.

I am a native to the foothills of South Carolina, a wife, a mother of two, and of course, a writer. This is my first poetry marathon and I am very excited. While poetry is my first love, it has been the hardest medium for me to master so I am eager to challenge myself.

I have been writing for 15 years, but have recently decided to branch out and pursue it professionally (for the second time, my first attempt was discouraging and my skin is much thicker now). I love creative non-fiction, horror, sci-fi, fantasy, philosophy, religion and anything that is mind-bending or thought provoking in both subtle and overt ways. I find people to be very interesting and anything that does a deep dive into the human (or humanoid) condition is a win for me, regardless of genre. I’ve had many blogs over the years but am here, at square one, making peace with the drawing board.

Currently, I am the winner of Prose.’s Challenge of the Month XXXVVII and have a piece forthcoming in Querencia Press’ Not Ghosts, But Spirits V3. 

Good luck everyone!