Poetry competition CLOSED 21st June 2021 5:25pm
WINNER
Razzerleaf
Razzerleaf
RUNNERS-UP:
Ahavati
and slipalong
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Wardruna/ Skugge >Shadow
Anonymous
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Natural transference
There is a moment as all things meet,
an incomplete memory, instinct,
a loss that becomes found
before it can be forgotten again.
A shadow behind each shadow
with knowledge of being together
an infinite iteration of the familiar.
We can slip between these definitions,
draw energy across the connections.
I saw my reflection enter your eyes,
my body shifted between separations
a gentle tremor beneath each touch.
My lips fit the socket of your neck,
the stubble on my cheek reaches out
to find the pores of your skin.
All drawing on each others moments,
even the blue-flower patches on your jeans
had a memory that traveled inside the weave.
There is a moment as all things meet,
instinct, when all things complete
a loss that becomes found, bound
before the void closes again.
an incomplete memory, instinct,
a loss that becomes found
before it can be forgotten again.
A shadow behind each shadow
with knowledge of being together
an infinite iteration of the familiar.
We can slip between these definitions,
draw energy across the connections.
I saw my reflection enter your eyes,
my body shifted between separations
a gentle tremor beneath each touch.
My lips fit the socket of your neck,
the stubble on my cheek reaches out
to find the pores of your skin.
All drawing on each others moments,
even the blue-flower patches on your jeans
had a memory that traveled inside the weave.
There is a moment as all things meet,
instinct, when all things complete
a loss that becomes found, bound
before the void closes again.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Anonymous
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Heal the missing gloss,
As they were held within the pack
and through the mist,
silhouette's, still freeze
and onward trot.
Bodhram drum, stretched skin
form the backdrop,
knit the patterns.
Gods may turn and look
for the pole that beats,
like the metronomes tick.
Burn the wick, short in the lantern
raise the heartbeat, pulse the veins.
Antecedence, walk with us in greying form.
Upon the runes with polished gleam
hidden everyday, that nature writes,
winds laid deep, our stalker match our stride.
Terms. the acapalla's earthy base,
tossed in the air the grain of all terrain.
So luck and chance
be cult dressed black,
the foresight of the foot that taps.
Stir the termites
that skittle in our soul,
breed harmony with each vocal.
Painted empathy
forged with cleft's of care.
Braille for the seeing ear,
reflect and most of all repair
and through the mist,
silhouette's, still freeze
and onward trot.
Bodhram drum, stretched skin
form the backdrop,
knit the patterns.
Gods may turn and look
for the pole that beats,
like the metronomes tick.
Burn the wick, short in the lantern
raise the heartbeat, pulse the veins.
Antecedence, walk with us in greying form.
Upon the runes with polished gleam
hidden everyday, that nature writes,
winds laid deep, our stalker match our stride.
Terms. the acapalla's earthy base,
tossed in the air the grain of all terrain.
So luck and chance
be cult dressed black,
the foresight of the foot that taps.
Stir the termites
that skittle in our soul,
breed harmony with each vocal.
Painted empathy
forged with cleft's of care.
Braille for the seeing ear,
reflect and most of all repair
Written by slipalong
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Anonymous
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Forged
The fire forces you
from within;
Answers you find
within
From fire are we forged
a phoenix of shadow-self
shape-shifting between
the sharp aperture
of a hawk's eye
We stalk shadows
stealthily
preying upon movement
beyond
our innate (in)sight
We reach
for its contour—
that outer lining
eschewing the cusp
of light
We yearn for comfort
the way of rock—
letting go
granual
by granual;
the language of the pond—
a frog's vowels
sequential hermaphrodites;
heiroglyph of wolf
air-tracking scent
Something audible—
obvious to our senses
But. . .blood stirs
in silence, becomes
a desert mirage
a frog's secret
a wolf's honor
distant, beyond
the veil of flesh
Intuition rouses
the spirit of darkness
from the many-pointed star
of solar plexus
Answers are consecrated
within the forged fire
of our breath—
this organic shell
where shadow resides
in our darkness
void of light
The fire forces you
from within;
Answers you find
within—
not without
~
from within;
Answers you find
within
From fire are we forged
a phoenix of shadow-self
shape-shifting between
the sharp aperture
of a hawk's eye
We stalk shadows
stealthily
preying upon movement
beyond
our innate (in)sight
We reach
for its contour—
that outer lining
eschewing the cusp
of light
We yearn for comfort
the way of rock—
letting go
granual
by granual;
the language of the pond—
a frog's vowels
sequential hermaphrodites;
heiroglyph of wolf
air-tracking scent
Something audible—
obvious to our senses
But. . .blood stirs
in silence, becomes
a desert mirage
a frog's secret
a wolf's honor
distant, beyond
the veil of flesh
Intuition rouses
the spirit of darkness
from the many-pointed star
of solar plexus
Answers are consecrated
within the forged fire
of our breath—
this organic shell
where shadow resides
in our darkness
void of light
The fire forces you
from within;
Answers you find
within—
not without
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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