My (probably very late entry) for #PromptCombo #InThisDarkHour
The Thirteenth Night (juusan'ya, 十三夜) is the 13th day (of the moon); the night of the 13th day of 9th lunar month. It is considered bad luck to skip this night.
I turned it into something monstrous.
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Decided to throw another one out for #promptcombo #InThisDarkHour
It's an old one from a few years ago (given I only started writing poetry in 2020 a few years is about as old as it gets...) but I always liked it.
[I never name sonnets. Names are hard, and numbers were good enough for Shakespeare]
I'm not so sure about this one.
I really struggled with writing this creature, not sure why, but I don't think I quite got it the way I wanted.
Still, this is a start, so I will put it out with #InThisDarkHour #PromptCombo.
Thank you @dragonslayerma.bsky.social for the fantastic prompt!
my body walks in light
but my words awake to write
in darkness
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Another attempt inspired by reading the poems on here. My friend who told me this tale didn't believe her own eyes but said her scientific-rational husband would never have made it up. For @dragonslayerma.bsky.social #Promptcombo #InThisDarkHour
Love the theme this week Fidel!!
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Thought I would try this! Mark Gatiss I am not though! 😱
#InThisDarkHour I think my poem is the before, and yours is what comes out of my mist. Absolutely scared the life out of me!
It's so menacing 'what will I become'
Take a bow, darlin. You do darkness so wonderfully 🖤
Your use of language in this piece is magnificent. I love this 'Cheating the dying of daylight' & 'Last rites of the last blackbirds'
There is beauty in your darkness, Mark. You have definitely hit the #InThisDarkHour perfectly. Thank you, darlin❤️ for sharing with us all.
Ooh, my goodness, what an extraordinary, spectacular write. Every line is so visual.
The ending 'succumb to the rose-black sea's embrace' broke my heart a little🖤
And thank you, darlin, for using #InThisDarkHour in your piece.❤️
In This Dark Hour In this dark hour, when the walls breathe and the silence grows teeth, Life twists into something wrong. A trembling shape hunched in the corner, watching me with my own stolen eyes. Once warm, familiar, mine. Now it drags its nails along the floorboards, whispering in a voice that sounds like memory but tastes like rot. It crawls closer each night, hungry for the pieces of me I forgot to guard. In this dark hour, the air is choking as the room holds its breath. Life lingers in the quiet, waiting for the moment the last light dies so it can finally show me what it has become. What I will become.
#Life #MadMarch
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Background: Green-capped garden gnomes standing in the darkness with lanterns. The Green-Robed Gnome In this dark hour, a purring came from my garden, abode of gnomes, shaking me from my melancholy ends on my keyboard. With lantern I witnessed the horror- a field full of snakes writhing, joyous cats prancing fro and to. My gnomes, lined up behind a green robed gnome with shamrock stave. The cats did act as sheepdogs, greatest miracle I ever saw, to drive these snakes from my garden, leaving only their slither marks and heavy, oily odorous spoor when morning came, with gnomes returned to their places, impassive. Better yet, garden pests vanished from my garden for weeks afterwards. Echognomics
👉For your Consideration: "The Green-Robed Gnome"
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#GLOWprompt: G: Comedy L: Garden O: keyboard W: purring
The Darkest Hour The town clings to the cliffside. A restful creature, cocooned in worn, rugged arms. In this dark hour golden, cat-eyed windows glow, winking secrets to watchers unseen. Inside they are warm tonight, wrapped in the wool of illusion, dreaming behind bolted doors as the rose-black sea sings its lullaby. Soothed by the refrain, I drift alone, a splinter of breath on the devouring tide. The moonlight breaks across the crests of the waves, laying kisses on the charcoal shore with the tenderness of a widow touching a grave. It's beyond the horizon now, the place I called home. The warm bread on the table, turned to stone. The hold of safe hands released. I look away from life, lay back in my dancing cradle, gaze upwards to long dead stars, the only mocking witnesses to my gentle descent. Rocked to slumber, I close my eyes and succumb to the rose-black sea's embrace.
Great #PromptCombo prompt this week, thank you @dragonslayerma.bsky.social
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I think you have nailed it with this wonderful write! The endless dark days with not much light is literally #InThisDarkHour all the time for me. super write darlin💚☘️ Thank you for sharing
A poem by Debbie Ross entitled 60 Degrees North two stanzas text as follows: At Simmer Dim the sun dips below the horizon line just long enough to make a sunset a sunrise, in perpetual twilight. At Winter Solstice the sun barely gets out of bed, just 5 hours of daylight and 19 hours of night, bleak and black, an endless darkest night.
Afternoon Fidel et al @dragonslayerma.bsky.social thanks for this weeks #PromptCombo #inThisDarkHour probably a bit off theme this, but I had a bash in my lunch hour.
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In this dark hour I see a shadow standing at the lapping shore awaiting instructions for entering the deep In this dark hour I watch as younger versions walk away, hand and hand into a light I cannot hold In this dark hour I see myself reflected back more beautiful and stronger than I knew In this dark hour I meet myself again, every night within the dream stepping gently out of the underworld
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trapped in limbo, sauntering my halls spirits that will never get older they won't go, ignore my calls trapped in limbo, sauntering my halls scraping fingers on the walls little fingers grab my shoulder trapped in limbo, sauntering my halls spirits that will never get older
A triolet based on a true story.
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Mizz, " #InThisDarkHour I plunge into literary oblivion" the desperation seeps away at you in your wonderful piece. Thank you, darlin, for sharing with us all
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One for @dragonslayerma.bsky.social and #PromptCombo. Dark thoughts for #InThisDarkHour
Still persevering with shorter pieces!
Blackhouse There are no lights now beneath this hill. The outline of blackhouse, animal shelters - of someone’s home. We were stolen from our land so the laird could run his sheep. Washed up on a far shore where the seasons were harsh. Never forgetting, tasting salt on the wind that never leaves us.
Hello @dragonslayerma.bsky.social, thanks for this week's fabulous #PromptCombo. Here's a very hasty contribution to #InThisDarkHour!
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Thank you so much, Fidel @dragonslayerma.bsky.social for hosting this week's #PromptCombo #InThisDarkHour. I'm a little under pressure of time this week so this isn't new but a bit of gothic seems to fit the bill. Will try and catch up with other responses later
I've watched the trailer of this movie. Was it a good movie?
To be free #InThisDarkHour & stars enlightenment... I've really enjoyed reading you this morning m'dear
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Hail Mary by S Reeson this frame of reference is skewed that you believe that what cannot be is somehow different or wrong when it is us holding ourselves back that what we all are made of is the key is liberation can provide without fear when we cannot frame the unexplained this is the evolution we require is this what is needed to be free in this dark hour the stars’ enlightenment that our notation only works for us when there is so much left to learn
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Yeah, well... This resonates very keenly with last night's cinema trip. So, as always, we leant in...
