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Spooky Sweetober prompts 5-8!

I spent sooo long getting that gothic window proportionate & symmetrical... but then, so did actual gothic architects.

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A teeny tiny embroidered bead* lizard for my jacket!

*no actual beads were used but I figure if I can crochet a bead lizard I can embroider one

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Decided to do a lowkey art challenge this year, so here's MS Paint mouse art for the first four prompts for Spooky Sweetober (via namelessmm2.bsky.social)

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Top to bottom. Hellebore, Poppy, Nasturtium, Pansy, Water Lily, Flag Iris, Red Cowslip.

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Hermit 3

Electric Blue

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Current

Upon the hill

there is a tree

that bears among

its verdant leaves

instead of fruits

a pleasant breeze.

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Oft I sit 

against its lee

beneath its russ’ling

emerald eaves

to take a breath

and my ease.

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The clouds pass by

my mind lifts free

and from my perch

my eye perceives

the line where skies

divide from seas.

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A small boat sits

along the quay

and though the water

swells and heaves

its sails mean naught

without a breeze.

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Night Vision

And so we gather at the midnight hour

to glimpse a world unlike the one we know

that only once a year is seen to flow’r

in shades of silver cast in golden glow.

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Is this the realm that birthed the moon and sun?

Is starlight strung like spiderwebs bedewed

with crystal ether on its silk, finespun

by what does dwell beyond and eyes elude?

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Or yet is it the place we will reside

when comes the end of our time here and now?

If so, do they look from the other side

and hope the answer comes to them somehow?

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But hark! I now can see the tinge of dawn

and with its kiss this wonderous sight is gone.

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The Last Battle

And lo! the dragon rears its head

And lo! the knight his lance

for both it is the fateful fight

a last & desperate chance

and when the dust is finally clear

as the sun rescinds its light

we find the two both lying here

side by side and dead

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Spring Morning & Summer Evening

Skies washed clean by rain

Breezes rustle daffodils

The earth awakened

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Twilight deep and blue

Full moon crests over the trees

A bat makes its flight

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Ephemeral I & II

i.

little frog

sing your song

calling out

at dusk and dawn

little frog

in the soft spring rain

in the vernal pools

cycles start again

ii.

salamander

under logs

in the streams

and in the bogs

when the pools form

in the spring

new beginnings

do they bring

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Argo Navis

Shall we go and touch the stars, my friend?

Shall see what dreams they hide?

Shall we venture past the sky

and go where man has never been?

Shall we go and touch the stars, my friend?

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To puncture through that azure tide

and sally forth all starry-eyed,

we go to seek, see, comprehend

Shall we go and touch the stars, my friend?

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We do it for our people’s pride

we do it for the rocket ride

and to feel the rush as we ascend

Shall we go and touch the stars, my friend?

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So will you take the step untried:

to see the yearning satisfied,

to the universe your hand extend?

Shall we go and touch the stars, my friend?

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Treasured

they demanded all her treasures

they demanded all she had

“give up all that you have guarded!

give us all that makes you glad!”

and weren’t they disappoint

with what she pulled out of her bag?

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but what could be better

than a bright bluejay feather

and a couple of smooth river stones?

and what brings more joy

than a childhood toy

and a very enlightening tome?

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April Sunday

curled up on the couch

a soft blanket

a homemade bowl

of beef stew

some chocolate cake

all at the end

of a cold rainy day

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Would you gaze upon the unicorn

as she grazes in her glen

and be satisfied?

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Would you hunt her in the misty morn

to places beyond your ken

just to sate your pride?

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Would you catch her like a thing lowborn

never to be wild again?

 Is it worth the ride? 

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There was a man with dreams in his head

that played on repeat both awake & in bed

he made toys & machines

and most wonderous things

in all colors from yellow to cerulean to red

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I was trying to remember what your ode to the needle reminded me of. I found it!

oooh neat!