The Poetry Marathon

Raven’s Enigmatic Wing !

Crow’s are colored with black
But people dislike this color-they chant crow
But, it play a vital role in human society
Their presence to adore their elders
They are guiding souls in certain geographical areas
In Hindu epics, they are messengers Yama
Tales weaves with their beliefs

They are legends in Fables and other stories
They are sacred, to numerous cultures
which means they are reminisces to human society

They Fly from branch to branch
ca-ca sounds sending messages to natures
Their minds so sharp, intelligence with might and bright

 

Prompt- 18

Hour -18

Wide awake barely

Light are my eyelids as I write this

I’m not tired at all.

I’m wide awake ready to create ten more.

The only truth I feel is my surrender to sleep, but the hours are ticking so quickly and I determined to finish this task at hand.

Another marathon I’m competing

apprehensive for completing,

I set a snooze alarm in the event

I start drifting.

Cold

Born in the mountains,
lover of the cold,
wrapped in the height,
caramel skin,
city of devils,
city of carnival,
city of cold,
city of sin,
city of strength
and work.

Bedroom Closet

To get my head straight

in the right place

to think

I am closeted away

in a cool dark bedroom,

wrapped in embroidered sheets.

I write each thought

deliberate,

my pretty distractions

placed firmly in the wardrobe.

Diabolical Night – Hour 19

Diabolical, the night. Mist in the void.

Yet, there is clarity under its parasol,

Beauty in its sincerity, and rest.

Diabolical, daylight, an empty chasm.

Filthy in its mire, cold under its burn,

Hideous in its lies, and unrest.

HOUR 8 PROMPT

ANGELS ON EARTH

Dressed in white with a caring face
Is that an angel with an angelic face?
Who is the person walking with majestic steps?
Is he the head of this place called paradise?

Does he have magic in his hand?
How does he cure aches and pains in every land?
What is the bitter-sweet portion given in a pill or a bottle?
Will that portion make us immortal?

Where is the magic wand which is found in every angel’s hand?
This angel has a strange thing called stethoscope in his hand
The stethoscope claims to hear the beats of our heart
Will it now give us only happiness in our cart?

The angels have descended on earth
And its our duty to realise their worth
The angel on Earth is called a DOCTOR
We should only love, support, respect our protector and benefactor.

BY
SHREYA SURAJ

falcon food

the ascending falcon

has a lofty goal

to use their talon

and find a supper vole

the night is closing in

testing their eye

it’s about to begin

 

Red

I’ve always found it haunting when the old tales spoke of death

Maybe ones more obvious like Macbeth

Always a glass of wine ready to be served

Makes you wonder if the dead got what they deserved

But lift the glass and take the sip

Of the blood spilled that fight once dripped

Hour 19 – Fuel

Rachnoc Haiku 19 Hour 19

Where is your young lad?
I’ve never had a son! Stunned.
Who do you talk to?

My lover, and friend.
You came here alone, in grief,
What sins do you bare?

Writhing shadows etch,
He runs from the memories,
Sea embedded feet.