Haiku Sunday NaNo Edition: The Keeper

“The Keeper”

Silently he soars,
A great owl shining like moonlight.
The Keeper sees all.

Author’s Note: Fa’aldenel is an ethereal being  charged with watching over Everfeld, maintaining balance in his realm. He takes the form of a great silver-white owl that seems to disappear into thin air as he flies. The people of Everfeld (Feldings), revere owls as near-sacred birds, as well as adept hunters. Thus, many Felding families and boroughs take the owl as their sigil, and bow hunting and archery are celebrated as great skills for Feldings. Whether or not the tales of Fa’aldenel are real… well, that’s up for interpretation.

Steve D

November’s Theme – Grrrrrrr Argh

Long Live Buffy!
Long Live Buffy!

All of the angries!!! Let’s leap from whimsical galumphing to hard hitting villanelles; from random and abstract to deeply personal and intimate; from fun and light and imaginary to graphic and dark and all too real. Continue reading “November’s Theme – Grrrrrrr Argh”

Haiku Sunday NaNo Edition! – Everfeld

“Everfeld”

Lone pine on the hill
Called out and became many-
Ever may they stand.

Author’s Note: Everfeld is a great coniferous forest in the northern region of Úr’Dan (pronounced oor-DAHN), spanning some thousands of square miles. This is also the main setting for the story of Jaed and Aston.

Steve D

Cinquain Triplet – Eye of the Storm, Fair/Festival, Sailor – JG

Fitting music:


Center of the festivities; eye of this bustling storm,
Here alone there is peace, calm, and a song.
Run now around the fire and gather all together,
For the cautionary tale of a merchant peddling leather,
Who traveled far and wide, never for short, always for long gone. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of the Storm, Fair/Festival, Sailor – JG”

Cinquain Triplet – Eye of a hurricane, fair/festival, sailor – SD

“Eye’s Fair Dance”

Winds and white foam soften, be still!
A honeyed melody drifts through the air.
Golden hues settle, like candlelight’s glow. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of a hurricane, fair/festival, sailor – SD”

Misplaced Missive #3 – Pieces – JG

514 Piece

The once intricate pieces of my personality,
Are now eroded, edgeless, and smooth.
I can’t determine what goes where,
Can’t find the part that should care,
So everything, from thoughts to moods,
Is muddled together, selected at random. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #3 – Pieces – JG”

Double Acrostic – Baggage/That Which Lingers – JG

We Learn So Little

Incremental mental pressure – inevitable downward spiralS
The highest expectations and the lowest bloW
So it goes, funded by new maybes and old hopE
Sturdy invisible rope, indivisible by decency or trutH
Or overused solutions to this improved dilemmA

Has the habitual, ritual of escapism made us victims of PavloV
Another number in the vast many – another onE
Rounded to the nearest thousand; a statistic listed under wantoN
Disgraceful, distasteful, how wasteful in our human bravadO Continue reading “Double Acrostic – Baggage/That Which Lingers – JG”