Prose
The Shadows We Keep. Content Warning.
Evening descends as the sun takes its final form. A primal nature follows behind the moonlight. Little gods that whisper behind locked doors now slither beneath sheets. Ambitious spirits masquerading as harbingers of peace to ease the day's tension.
By H. J. Levonabout a year ago in Poets
"BETTY BLUE THE OLD LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE"
This poem, lyrical song was written on a whim as I observed my black boots with spider web artwork just sitting in my closet. Then I remembered nursery rhymes from my childhood. I chose to create a story about an old lady who lived in a shoe house, who had too many shoes. Nursery rhymes had deeper meanings than was written in children's books. Do you think there is a hidden meaning in my creation?
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
