Rowan Riley

Joined September 2023

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I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.

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The Way Things Are
The young sparrow alights upon the branch If I could save it from its fate I would I never see the hawk in time If I could break off one of the spokes
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Gestation
I was a little worm in your body once I germinated, ate you out from the inside It was warm mucus membranes back then Gestational diabetes, the first way I swore vengeance upon you
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
The Final Resting Place
Here we are at your funeral, gray clouds hanging overhead It's always overcast now Tears stream down our faces We perform the mourning wails
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Swear Fealty
The knight that bends the knee The valiant wind that whistles Each an act and another act of constant and consistent devotion
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Permanent Nostalgia
Everything was made of plastic Rubber clothes to chew on Legs swinging from a park bench Waiting for your sister to be done playing
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Fire Heart
I light a match and let it fall into the fireplace Far away, but never lost from my heart, I carry you Times pass and people change
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
How You Made Me Feel
I don’t remember much But what I do I hold in my heart My childhood passes like a breeze I clutch the fragments I still have
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Imbolc
The light returns Just as it recedes Be patient with the cycle Give space for the transference of energy ~ You are a cyclical body
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Sharptooth
The easiest way to adore is with the teeth, the mouth The simplest way to show it is with my incisors I tear at things
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Persephone's Lament
In the crisp bite of winter At the end of an era I tear into the flesh of the fruit I pick with grubby hands I tear at the sinews
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Overripe
Hard to come by Hard to understand I’ve never been ripe Never been sweetest for the picking I’m soft and brown I’m past my prime
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets
Mist Opportunity
PROLOGUE My battery is low, and it is getting dark. My voice is hoarse, and I am running out of oxygen. The night is dark, and it is full of secrets, hidden in a dustbowl.
By Rowan Riley2 years ago in Poets

Rowan Riley

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The Way Things Are

Gestation

The Final Resting Place

Swear Fealty

Permanent Nostalgia

Fire Heart

How You Made Me Feel

Imbolc

Sharptooth

Persephone's Lament

Overripe

Mist Opportunity

Stories (29)