Rachel's Floetry

  • Prompt: Sublime

    Her village, nothing more than scorched wood on a map. A cursed land. Mother says she owes her life to the wolves. At eighteen, sturdy, and ripe, she chops lumber, and lifts her axe with limber ease. The wind scratching her cheeks, so sublime, she fails to heed eventide until she hears them. Demons. Prowling…

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  • Prompt: Memory

    Her earliest memory. Burning lumber, and strangled screams. He feels as solid as hickory. The heady smell of soil, and the comfort of matted emery fur under her belly as she hangs bonelessly — draped over him like a mantle. Running. Running. Running. Two umber eyes are the last kindness she sees. Her adopted mother…

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  • Prompt: Heart

    Plouton’s realm is guarded, as is his heart. A perished land, the unseen one presides Goddess of Spring offers her loving warmth Hark thee, King, she sings, your dread Queen has arrived! I, Persephone, will be yours — ichor and soul, flesh and bones. My undying devotion, I hope to depart with one hundred roses.…

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  • Prompt: Alacrity

    Darling! Darling! Tap tap tap! Her casement window rapped. On the other side — in the blackest of nights — a rakish, ruby-eyed chap. The demon king extends his hand to his lover behind the glass. I’ve come to whisk you away. Together, we shall lord over my domain. I promise vitality. I promise eternity.…

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  • Mama’s Favorite Flavor is Grape

    Mama’s favorite beans when cooking are black beans. Jade Seneca, the Chinese place a block up, and around the corner, she orders chicken and broccoli. When someone’s sick, we order chicken and rice soup. Sometimes she makes Lipton with a packet of Sazon and sofrito, a cube or two. Breakfast on the go is a…

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  • The Roads Our Hearts Know

    We know all the avenues, and all the roads. I can walk to Mrytle, Wyckoff, or Knickerbocker with my eyes closed. And I do. More than you can imagine. The way to the post office, the supermarket, the cuchifrito. Street fairs, and flea markets. All across Brooklyn and Queens. Times Square, 34th Street, and Broadway.…

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  • Prompt: Ferocity

    Heed caution. Full moons promise bad omens Do not be fooled by beasts who were once men Unbridled ferocity Hungry, wild, monstrosities Make meals of infatuated women You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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  • Prompt: Infallible

    The monarch, self proclaimed infallible Discovered dragon scales were valuable Sent his men to kill the pests Promised them untold riches Now dead men hang from dragons’ mandibles You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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  • Prompt: Petrichor

    Nestled between two giant sequoia trees. As old as earth. As old as time. As old as fate. Teeming with fauna, flora, and mystical energies. Under aurora flushed skies, a hidden path awaits. Redolent of petrichor, home to mythical beasts. Elves reside protected — by sword, spell, and pointy gates. You can find this poem,…

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  • Prompt: Ancient

    My lover is three centuries ancient. A dragon with a penchant for savants. Smooth carborundum scales calefacient. Shallow beauty or station — he cares not. Brick chested in mortal transformation. A tail of smooth ebony hair, tied taught. A true gentleman — devout, and patient. My dragon is a handsome juggernaut. Dragon art by Kekai…

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