Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Maiden, Mother, and Crone dipped in a fine batter of mental chaos, deep-fried golden in reserved backwoods-southern bacon grease.
Invitational
breathtaking sunrise
Nature’s glory on offer
a new beginning
Nature’s glory on offer
a new beginning
#birth
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
123 reads
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Earthing
and so I dream of taking
every bit of myself
to the woods, where
I will find the parts of me
that are still whole,
still connected to everything;
where the sun on my face
invigorates my bones and
the smell of pine and moss,
the texture of earth and detritus,
fills my weary soul to bursting;
there, I am not broken or
found wanting by schedules
or living a life meant for others;
there, I am free
every bit of myself
to the woods, where
I will find the parts of me
that are still whole,
still connected to everything;
where the sun on my face
invigorates my bones and
the smell of pine and moss,
the texture of earth and detritus,
fills my weary soul to bursting;
there, I am not broken or
found wanting by schedules
or living a life meant for others;
there, I am free
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
204 reads
13 Comments
Rust
coffee always hits my nose
a moment before my mouth;
dark and warm, the elixir calls
and there are times when
I can almost taste the memories;
my mother’s stoneware cup
always mixed a bit too sweet,
even for the sweetest of my teeth;
the smell of Folger’s coffee,
a bright and earthy contrast
to the thick, floral notes
of her drugstore perfume;
they are indelibly scribed
upon my patchwork manifest;
I’d have it no other way
a moment before my mouth;
dark and warm, the elixir calls
and there are times when
I can almost taste the memories;
my mother’s stoneware cup
always mixed a bit too sweet,
even for the sweetest of my teeth;
the smell of Folger’s coffee,
a bright and earthy contrast
to the thick, floral notes
of her drugstore perfume;
they are indelibly scribed
upon my patchwork manifest;
I’d have it no other way
#memories
178 reads
20 Comments
Emerald
in the quiet of dawn
on this too-early morning,
I contemplate the mountains
that lay between here
and the kind of safety I once felt
whenever my mother held me,
back when nothing could go wrong
I welcome the rising summer sun
with pale, bare arms
having momentarily escaped
their sweatshirt prison;
I stop to savor the moment
on the warm brick steps
just outside my door;
they are as far as I can go today,
but maybe tomorrow
I’ll make it to the mailbox
anxiety has stormed the gate
and...
on this too-early morning,
I contemplate the mountains
that lay between here
and the kind of safety I once felt
whenever my mother held me,
back when nothing could go wrong
I welcome the rising summer sun
with pale, bare arms
having momentarily escaped
their sweatshirt prison;
I stop to savor the moment
on the warm brick steps
just outside my door;
they are as far as I can go today,
but maybe tomorrow
I’ll make it to the mailbox
anxiety has stormed the gate
and...
#anxiety
123 reads
11 Comments
Precipice
our words collide in
clouds we cannot see;
they’re eager to become one
again, and then again;
restless, our limbs are yet
longing for what has never been,
save a brief, passionate moment
one glorious autumn long ago;
our souls found purchase atop
the darkness we found so
readily in each other;
the toxic buildup tore us down,
and flowers grew in our graves;
these are not those days ~
not anymore, my love;
now we stand on the precipice,
one leg in the time that’s passed,
the other in an...
clouds we cannot see;
they’re eager to become one
again, and then again;
restless, our limbs are yet
longing for what has never been,
save a brief, passionate moment
one glorious autumn long ago;
our souls found purchase atop
the darkness we found so
readily in each other;
the toxic buildup tore us down,
and flowers grew in our graves;
these are not those days ~
not anymore, my love;
now we stand on the precipice,
one leg in the time that’s passed,
the other in an...
#love
243 reads
14 Comments
Beloved
I courted this moment,
If only ever in my dreams;
running barefoot in the grass
under the fullest moon,
I made such a game of my chase;
in relentless pursuit of my name
dripping thickly from your lips,
I’d see them stained crimson
from the shadows
you’d drink of me
If only ever in my dreams;
running barefoot in the grass
under the fullest moon,
I made such a game of my chase;
in relentless pursuit of my name
dripping thickly from your lips,
I’d see them stained crimson
from the shadows
you’d drink of me
#love
#lover
165 reads
5 Comments
A Letter, My Love
reaching for you,
my letters now strung
together in loops and curves,
so prettily they hang
upon their cursive vine;
words bloom from their seeds,
blushing mums and
delicate orchids
I send them all to you
wrapped in smooth paper,
bound by fragrant memory
and spilled from this heart
in everyday ink
I would that my voice linger
past Summer’s longest days,
farther than Winter’s death,
to span the space between us
and find within your chest
a resonant adoration
my letters now strung
together in loops and curves,
so prettily they hang
upon their cursive vine;
words bloom from their seeds,
blushing mums and
delicate orchids
I send them all to you
wrapped in smooth paper,
bound by fragrant memory
and spilled from this heart
in everyday ink
I would that my voice linger
past Summer’s longest days,
farther than Winter’s death,
to span the space between us
and find within your chest
a resonant adoration
#love
202 reads
16 Comments
In Somna
from the depths
of our inhumanity,
he bears it all -
for our sakes,
so we may rise
in sunlight
and bask in it,
without shadow of doubt
nor guilt-borne shame
for our sins, countless
the nameless demon
covets the forbidden
all he wants in return
is to taste the girl;
she’s no maiden, married
to the town’s young Bishop
but ripe, is she ever;
believing in nothing,
he’ll give her everything
if only she’d ask
she won’t, though
will she?
of our inhumanity,
he bears it all -
for our sakes,
so we may rise
in sunlight
and bask in it,
without shadow of doubt
nor guilt-borne shame
for our sins, countless
the nameless demon
covets the forbidden
all he wants in return
is to taste the girl;
she’s no maiden, married
to the town’s young Bishop
but ripe, is she ever;
believing in nothing,
he’ll give her everything
if only she’d ask
she won’t, though
will she?
#dreams
#erotic
280 reads
13 Comments
Death of Connections (Depressive Episode Edition)
Wandering the path again,
retracing my steps, alone this time;
I’m counting the bodies
laying just where I left them
death came quickly for these,
my dysfunction, stalking
and insatiable
one taste of their salt,
their steadfastness and
it swallowed them without chewing
sometimes I still revel
in the bitterness
retracing my steps, alone this time;
I’m counting the bodies
laying just where I left them
death came quickly for these,
my dysfunction, stalking
and insatiable
one taste of their salt,
their steadfastness and
it swallowed them without chewing
sometimes I still revel
in the bitterness
#bipolar
#depression
#friendship #MentalHealth
#friendship #MentalHealth
214 reads
18 Comments
Quantum
all it took for me to fall in love
was one chance, miraculous moment,
coinciding quite nicely with
a random rainy Tuesday afternoon;
the rundown yet quaint bookstore
provided the perfect intersection
between your day and mine;
I never believed in divine timing
until our eyes boldly introduced us,
spilling all our best-kept secrets
across the gardening aisle -
it was the most holy thing I’ve felt;
I still ponder the magnitude
of that small moment, a tiny seed
containing finely-detailed blueprint,
the structure of time...
was one chance, miraculous moment,
coinciding quite nicely with
a random rainy Tuesday afternoon;
the rundown yet quaint bookstore
provided the perfect intersection
between your day and mine;
I never believed in divine timing
until our eyes boldly introduced us,
spilling all our best-kept secrets
across the gardening aisle -
it was the most holy thing I’ve felt;
I still ponder the magnitude
of that small moment, a tiny seed
containing finely-detailed blueprint,
the structure of time...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
158 reads
12 Comments
Smoke.
sandalwood and pine
sacred incense, in embers
inhale, hold, release
sacred incense, in embers
inhale, hold, release
#spiritual
#magic
#tradition
371 reads
23 Comments
Surrender
Listen closely, sweet maiden
Can you hear it?
Strain if you must, to listen
Welcome the song of magic on the wind
Surrender
As gentle waves give over to the Moon,
So give yourself to her sacred guidance
Stand closely, dear mother
Can you feel it?
Dig if you must, to touch
Grasp the light from deep within
Surrender
As Summer succumbs to Autumn
So give yourself to the ever-changing seasons
Look closely, wise crone
Can you see it?
Lean in if you must, to behold
View the beauty of all...
Can you hear it?
Strain if you must, to listen
Welcome the song of magic on the wind
Surrender
As gentle waves give over to the Moon,
So give yourself to her sacred guidance
Stand closely, dear mother
Can you feel it?
Dig if you must, to touch
Grasp the light from deep within
Surrender
As Summer succumbs to Autumn
So give yourself to the ever-changing seasons
Look closely, wise crone
Can you see it?
Lean in if you must, to behold
View the beauty of all...
#LifeCycle
#aging
#SelfDiscovery
296 reads
28 Comments
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