Steadfast I’m Whipped around
facing where I had begun
grasping for a rail
there’s a wolf upon my trail
grabbed and turned again
not sure where I have spinned
troubled are the leaves
this wind more than a breeze
forward I must go
grasp you pull me through
like a needle through a thread
dusty gloom causes dread
whip me once again
I wish Id been prepared
I’ll flutter with the trees
and shudder on my knees
howling through my ears
there’s nowhere left to flee
chills me to the bone
storms gathered up my home
unlike the fairy tales
no red heels here to save
life has left the grave
hold me while I scream
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are working with a team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Thank you for the lovely poem.
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“Hold me while I scream.” A great line to end this. Though it has a feel of fantasy, I couldn’t help but think of life, how it throws us around, pulls us, scares us. Great write.
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yes it’s hard to get away from fantasy- that’s why I didnt put it in my horror file. It really is more Wizard of Oz
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Oh my! How could anything so lovely be also so chilling?
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If you think of storms there are both elements. We can fear something and yet sit and watch (or listen for hours) thanks Linda hope you are warm and cozy this cold week.
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Is this based on a nightmare?
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