dVerse – Quadrille #91 – keep

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse.  Kim says:
This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word keep, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.

My sleeping beverage 

When I go to sleep 

I often like to keep 

Water by my side 

My mouth feels very dried. 

The water that I pour 

Is not like those before 

It has a little twist 

A sort of liquid mist. 

Do you get my gist?  

Halloween OLN

Too spooky!

Spooky ghosts on Halloween
to scare the pants off girls and boys.
Lots of candy make tummies ache
Candy, candy but no toys.
If you dare to walk alone
down dark streets in the night
I give you credit for not being scared,
not running off, no fight.
But those of you who are too weak
to play these evil games,
remember that the devil will
never forget your names!

Prosery 5 – All Hallows

This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence

As I walk along I see the broken twigs across this leaf covered path. This path used to guide a dirt bike, whether through dry dirt or soft mud, winding up into the trees, circling back down, and ending at the edge of the yard.

Now the path is covered. It has not been disturbed in months. It will never be ridden through again, no dirt bike to crush the sticks and leaves underneath. This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence, that leaves a path to settle forever.

Autumn Polyptoton Poem, October 24

Autumn Polyptoton Poem 

The leaves crackle as I walk down the walkway 

Watching for small creatures to appear from under the leaves. 

Mist covers my shoulders as the wind wisps through the path. 

No sound other than the crunch of my feet 

Crushing more leaves, leaving only fragments of summer behind.