fractals caught ‘tween dark
and light—our shadowed veil bared
slathered ‘cross the moon
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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The Cairn Beside the Lake
And so it came to pass that King Ertharion, Tenth King of Lombaia, stood beside the still lake below unrelenting and unassailable cliffs with the remainder of his harried host. In what was the tenth year of his reign and his forty-fourth upon this great green earth, Menigo the Betrayer, cousin of King Ertharion, pressed home his false claim.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 days ago in Fiction
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Oh, I love this. Especially that last line. Well done, my friend.
Pitch perfect. Oh look who rolls up like it's not been months since we saw her last - old shiny sparkly silver hair of beautiful prose and wordery! Hi, pal! I know, there's a top story I need to get to too, but wanted to say how good it is to see your work appearing in my notification and love the new profile image. Well done on this piece, feels so natural in its flow, almost not forced, even though you obviously conceived it in your wonderous mind, but it feels like it just rolled out!
Such an awe-inspiring delight when we get to watch them.
Wonderfully written, love your haiku, Kristen
Love this! Stellar! ⚡💙⚡