Poetry – Why do i

Why do I often find you
staring at the moon
with such desperate attraction,
only to turn your back
towards its soft rays
of beckoning light;
allowing your frigid feet
to stumble forward
and embrace the subtle call
of the darkness pervading
all the shadows before you?

Poetry – Reverse Engineering

Most prefer the beginning
before the end,
but I offer 
an alternative,
let's allow the end
to predict the beginning.

- marandarussell.com

*thanks to Jonathan Caswell for the title inspiration! 

Poetry – Countdown

Six!
(countdown)
Five!
(until)
Four!
(my)
Three!
(next)
Two!
(breakdown)
One!
DAMN.

Poetry – Playing Dirty

Where I come from
blood and names mean nothing
and sworn oaths even less. 

But prized most of all
is that old art
of playing dirty -
so dirty
no one else
can even see the game.

- marandarussell.com 

Poetry: Nightlights

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I got a new blackout poetry journal that uses classic literature to inspire new works of poetry. This first one is my attempt at making original poetry from a random page of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan:

Nightlights

My love,
were not all natural
dreams forgotten?

The skeleton
crawled about the floor,
rattled up the chimney,
and bathed her hand in sleep.

Nightlights pulsed
while strange children
found new mothers
in the faces of the night.

Once all were safe
her fears sat down
by the quickening fire,
warming the nursery.

Poetry: Second First Love

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I hated you
the first time we met.
You had replaced my old love
before I had the chance
to even say goodbye.
You dared to appear
right as he vanished –
and for that
you had to take the blame.

3 New Elfchen Poems – Rock On, Ephemeral, Projection

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Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment and haven’t been feeling too good anyhow, so thought I would post tonight. Here are a few more elfchen poems for your reading pleasure (with a few slight poetry form rule breaks lol):

1.
Woosh!
Down the
electric slide feet
first and head banging.
Rock on!

2.
Captivating,
moonlight glinting
off a rocky
ocean shoreline, lonesome
yet ephemeral

3.
Projection
please stop
blaming others for
your own bad ideas –
evolve

Tiny Poetry – Ask Me for My Number

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Ask me for my number
and I’ll give you
my IQ.

(Poetry by Maranda Russell, marandarussell.com)