From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 4

This is going to be a quickie… since I want to run to the woods (all right, walk at a mildly fast pace) to collect a Halloween tree. I usually get my dead branch, which I adorn with Halloween motifs, three days before the holiday. But it was raining… hard… and only a silly person chooses to fight Nature when she’s in one of her moods.

So… which of my Poem Bits should become a story or a full-length poem?

I’ve listed the blackout and handwritten poems I’ve shared since “13 Kisses in the Dark”, winner of From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 3. Leave a comment letting me know which Poem Bit you would me to expand. I’m not adding the Flash Fiction or Poetry options, because I plant to link the resulting piece to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Flash 55, in the shape of a haibun: prose and poetry.

1) Which poem do you wish me to develop?
2) *optional* Why?

“The Dead”
bare branches rustle
food and song in the graveyard—
to honor the dead

“Cursed”
don’t hit her again
she knows all your cards are cursed—
now, you lose a hand

“Blackened Fingers”
The vacuum sucked dirt and dust-blackened fingers.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“October’s Song”
Through autumn-bared branches,
I felt your wicked grin
singing warmth into the sun.

And I wondered
if you, too,
hear my forever love
in October’s song.

“Overtake”
Overtake perception;
do not accept normal.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

On Friday, Oct 31st, I will turn the Poem Bit with the most votes into a haibun. Please, cast your vote before October 30th at 1:13pm EDT.

The Dead
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Written on My Heart’s Skin

Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances participants probably noticed that I didn’t publish any new poetry or fiction on October 17th, party day. I shall tell you why, in a day or three. Right now, I’m sharing the bit of poetry the Muse sent my way after I finished reading every Death Rites and Remembrances post… and The Shepherd’s Crown, by Terry Pratchett.

“Written on My Heart’s Skin”

Your smile is written on my heart’s skin,
your voice painted in my bones.

I’ve sculpted you eternal
into life’s dance.
With art and will, I remember you.
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If you haven’t delighted in the wonders shared by the Witches in Fiction 2015 partiers, I invite you (even urge you) to give them a go. In my previous post, I’ve listed the party entries and the party giveaways (the latter will remain open until October 20th, 2015, at 10:13 pm, EDT).

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linked to Magpie Tales

Graveyard