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Many thanks to the participants of my sestina-ween contest, which challenged those few brave souls to face against the horror of the sestina! I received more than 35 entries and had to whittle it down to these few survivors:
Honorable Mentions:
Persephone-9 - Eyelids on fire
Shards-of-Shame - Old butler Jaggins
Third Place:
GaioumonBatou - The Rope
Prizes won:
3 month subscription
Lanyard
Second Place:
timeraider - All Hallows Eve
Prizes won:
6 month subscription
devWEAR t-shirt
First Place:
Leurindal - I'll meet her again, this Samhain
Prizes won:
1 year subscription
Fella plushie
Until next time, keep writing... and surviving.
Honorable Mentions:
Persephone-9 - Eyelids on fire
Shards-of-Shame - Old butler Jaggins
Third Place:
GaioumonBatou - The Rope
The RopeAnd there it stands, a single metal corpse
upon a ruddy hillside, painted scarlet
from the sunset hanging low beside the house.
That single metal piece alone the ghoul
looks over, taunting those who pass the tree,
as though awakened from a partial sleep.
And when within that state of almost sleep
there is a chance to look upon the corpse,
step softly in the grounds. Around the tree
there is a rope whose knots are tinted scarlet
by the sunset--though some blame the ghoul:
the sunset is deflected by the house.
And as the sun should sink behind the house
a person can sneak in and watch him sleep,
and sleep he does, that effervescent ghoul.
He wakes and rises only for the corpse,
or else to mark that curséd rope dark scarlet
while waiting on the metal by the tree.
And if he keeps his watch next to the tree
a person might feel safest in the house,
for blood is all that turns ropes that dark scarlet.
The rope does not change color when he sleeps,
it stays the same when he watches the co
Prizes won:
3 month subscription
Lanyard
Second Place:
timeraider - All Hallows Eve
All Hallows' EveShe leaps and whirls to a ritual beat,
Bare feet kicking loose the earth;
None of us, idle by, know her name,
Or why, on Halloween, she comes -
Each year, the same slow night
Each year, her same swift sway.
No vaulted stars illuminate her way,
Lulled or snake-charmed by the beat
Resounding in this deep-well night;
Perhaps they, like us, crashed to earth,
To this place where dream-touched come,
To this place which has no name.
She mouths and mimes the names
Of the countless many who lost their way;
Those who would not, could not come
And herald thunder's echoing drum-beat:
Her hard footfalls on the loam and earth,
Her hard footfalls in the night.
Others curse and rail against the night,
Fearing demons they dare not name,
We feel them, restless, beneath the earth,
And stirred this night, always;
Awakened by the lady's pulse-warm beat,
Awakened by the night, they come.
Our fears, now shaped, are swift to come,
Rising with the tide of slow-fall night -
From chambers low and deep, an ascend
Prizes won:
6 month subscription
devWEAR t-shirt
First Place:
Leurindal - I'll meet her again, this Samhain
I'll meet her again...It’s Samhain. The line between the spirit
world and our own is a ray of moonlight.
It’s the night when the reluctant soul sticks
to our plane, hovering - a withered rose
whose beauty is the figment of a dream;
a gleam gilding the surface of the lake.
For long hours of idyll would the Lake
poets revel in letting their spirit
soar free on the nightingale’s wings, and dream
of glimpsing their Muse clad in pure moonlight –
but tonight magic’s afoot: clouds just rose
to blur the moon like fumes from incense sticks.
The Romantics’ habit of rambling sticks
to mind tonight, as I stroll to the lake
and sit down to recall the violent rows
we’d have every night, before her spirit
gave itself over to the bland moonlight
and chose to rest and die, not live and dream.
But perhaps ‘tis I that’s strayed in a dream?
For in that small nest, fashioned out of sticks,
I see her visage, painted in moonlight.
I glimpse a lady traversing the
Prizes won:
1 year subscription
Fella plushie
Until next time, keep writing... and surviving.
DD + Life Update
Many thanks to GDeyke for featuring this little poem of mine: I wrote it back in 2018 after almost a year has passed since my boy's death. Poetry has left me, however, and I haven't had any inspiration to write anything else since then (though I've tried a couple times). I'm not sure if I'll write poetry again or anytime in the foreseeable future. However, that isn't to say I've abandoned writing altogether. I've been taking a short story writing class, and the professor has been impressed with my writing so far (a good sign, I hope!). I plan on posting some of those stories here once the semester is over in April. In other news, I've applied for a Master of Education program with a Higher Education Leadership emphasis. Fingers crossed that I get accepted. I hope to one day secure a position as an academic advisor while teaching a class or two as an adjunct on the side. Of course, we'll see where the future takes me! Additionally, I met a young man from Oklahoma who fills my days
Post-Graduation Update
Hi, everyone. Thought I'd update this thing. Been a couple years almost.
So I've finally graduated from college a couple months ago. Did a double major and got a B.S. in Nutrition Education and Health Promotion. Graduated summa cum laude with a 4.0 GPA. I was one of the student graduate speakers at my commencement; had the honor of addressing my fellow graduates in my college and all their family members and friends--got to write a nifty speech and everything! People kept stopping me afterwards to tell me how much they liked my speech, even at the restaurant where I celebrated.
I also won the Outstanding Student Graduate Award for both of m
Degree, new poem, updates, and shit.
Just wanted to offer a small update to whoever reads this shit.
So after two years of college, I've finally earned my Associate of Science in General Studies degree (with High Honors!), so hurrah for me. I plan on graduating with a Bachelor's in spring of 2018. In the meantime, I'm currently doing some undergraduate research with a Nutrition professor analyzing metabolic syndrome parameters in the college students who do the health assessment as part of gen ed. nutrition class. It's pretty fun working with and analyzing data.
If you hadn't noticed, I uploaded a poem simply titled Hello, and is the first original, non-Found piece I've writte
1st place--hooray!
Woke up to a nice surprise (more specifically, I overslept big time for work) and found I took 1st place in this contest: CRLiterature announces: The OuliPoetry Contest! There were a lot of great entries. You can check out the results here: OuliPoetry Contest: The Conclusion. Many thanks to the judges for running a fun contest. One thousand cookies for all of you.
Congrats to palaeochannel6 (https://www.deviantart.com/palaeochannel6) for taking the runner up spot with this awesome poem:
Also congrats to the honorable mentions:
Arthisa (https://www.deviantart.com/arthisa)
ArthurTheBraveOne (https://www.deviantart.com/arthurthebraveone)
ilyilaice (https://www.deviantart.com/ilyilaice)
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