Twilight Loss (Original Poetry)

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I roam the hills in twilight
wailing the loss of fire-bright
eyes of my child taken by the pox,
laid deep in an earthen box.

While on the windowsill sits a pie,
steaming in the fading light.

I walk the forest's dewy night,
lost in the flinty flight
of memories of yesteryear -
of dear love and merry cheer.

While on the windowsill sits a pie,
steaming in the starlight.

I float in the tawny stream,
alight with dancing moonbeam
sailing to sweet oblivion
enfolded in scent of Valerian.

On the windowsill still, sits a pie,
steaming as lark serenade the dawn,
morning light falls on my face,
at rest with him... for evermore.

This fantasy poem was inspired by the prompt word 'tart' and flowed quite naturally from that word prompt.

To make truly great fantasy you need to build a believable world and characters of depth. This is why my mind is slowly flipping to fantasy mode and this poem, among other exercises I'm undertaking, are helping me to build up that sensibility again where it is second nature to enter the mind of a character. As I get deeper into the process of writing my novel, I may periodically disappear from hive.

If you would like to read some of my fantasy fiction, please check out the links below to find stories of mystery and magic that I have published on hive.

Forbidden Fruit

The Gelded One

The Duties of a Court Wizard

In the Lap of the Gods

Divine Intervention

Astral Echoes

The Madness of the Gods

All images used are creative commons licence, linked below the picture.

If you have enjoyed this poem, you can check out my homepage @raj808 for similar content. Thanks for reading 🙂 🌿

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