Poetry & Prose
The White Flag
And one day, I stopped running-Overcome with exhaustion,Buckling knees, dropping to the earth,Scrambling to wince over my shoulder,Cowering, shielding my gaze-But the horizon behind me was barren,Only footprints disturbing cream sand,Their edges convulsing under a breeze’s hand-No creatures with seeping wounds of disgrace,Or boggarts snarling, muttering blame,There were no eyes that I dreaded to face,Or…
Pink Camellia
Your presence dismisses the words in my head, Structures of sentences I can’t comprehend, My hesitance flirts with oppressive dread, At the thought of what the future intends- I long to hear your impressions of me, While memorizing the shape of your smile, I’m a dove, but I beg, don’t set me free- Travel with…
Miss Josie
In the breach of dawn, Miss Josie comes to run, Lovely like the violet, autumn sun- Bathing Earth in burgundy wine, A cloak of peculiar hue, Rising from the ash of Hallow’s Eve, Slow, the land cools to its green- Miss Josie keeps racing, Like a roadside stream, No crimson rose in the sky, As…
Onwards
Compass rose points due North Follow it to a perception of home And if I am lost now, I would never want to know, Purgatory of ice shines like Elysium in the snow. ~Annalise Wellman
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