Horror On The Horizon
by Dorna Hainds
Dystopian moon
Shines on fluttering Peace flag
Waves of trampled skulls
Conflicted Society
Co-written with Anita Lubesh As It Comes
Dystopian moon
Casts fine ribbon rainbow lies
Silver shadow rule
Soft moans illicit
Steely erection of prick
Towel rubs his senses
Catching her schoolgirl face
as she comes close, we kiss –
for longer than anytime else.
Youth rebels and wants
drown her in kisses
and rivers of tongue.
The school bus approaches,
I kick gravel, grumbling
and sit beside her to steal another kiss.
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.
Collapsed
bullet-riddled
crying soldiers anxious
breathlessly waiting setting sun
freedom
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.
Furies
dedicated
blessed handmaidens of war
procurers of peace and glory
order
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.
Sirens
waltzing on ebb
swaying, spinning, chanting
inebriated as Furies
wistful
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.
Lowly
grinning specter
pitiful, strolling soul
battered, deteriorating
in vain
