The night of Nin

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The night of Nin
Was where she’d been
Lost in a land
No one could understand

It was filled with loss
Of complete despair
Darkness enveloped
The stifling air

It was a place of enchantments
The evil kind
Full of wicked spells
Which sought to bind

But being a fighter
She broke free
Finally finding the path
That only she could see

And she took a chance
Leaving what she knew
The night of Nin
Had forced her to

Deliverance is what she found
In that new place
No longer bound
To a life of disgrace

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Artichokes and anchovies

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Cooking takes time
Ever stirring the pot
Spicing and tasting
So you know what you’ve got

Throwing in a dash of this
And a little bit of that
Until you’ve got a tasty mixture
Bubbling in the vat

Artichokes and anchovies
Add a great amount of flavor
They’re surely the ingredients
You’ll find that you want to savor

If you’re an ogre that is
Because who else would eat those things?
I can only imagine the upset
The very combination would bring

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Leathery lies

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Leather straps
A memory of searing pain
The kind that leaves
An abusive stain

Lies to cover up
The cruelty and the hurt
Behind locked doors
Where punishment would flirt

Damaged beyond
What she even knew
This is what she thought
Every father would do

Then one day
She realized the truth
Those embedded scars remain
As deplorable proof

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Liquid love

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I miss the feel
Of liquid love
It’s the only thing
I can still think of

I miss the days
Of never being alone
The feel of a warm touch
Melding with my own

I miss the passion
Found in a kiss
And still wish there was a way
To bottle bliss

I miss the life
That I once knew
When I didn’t have to live
Without a me and you

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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The ruins still stand

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I’m still trying to forget
Sweep the rubble under the mat
Dust off the cushions
Where you once sat

But the ruins still stand
Weathered by all the storms
And my heart still feels
Ambivalent and torn

I pray that one day
The past will be buried deep
But the mountains which remain
Seem almost too steep

And I wonder where we’ll be
In the years ahead
Surely scaling those mountains
Or be lost instead

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Bavarian cream dreams

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She dreamt of sweeties
Candies galore
Along with mounds of cookies
Piled on the floor

There were licorice laces
Lying all about
And candy corns
Which had just begun to sprout

Marshmallow fluff covered
Her once boring bed
And she began to consider
If she could possibly be dead

The curtains appeared
To be made of toffee
And she wondered if someone
Had poisoned her coffee

She thought this might be heaven
Or potentially a nightmare
While tasting Bavarian cream
As it dripped from her hair

And she thought to herself
Perhaps sweet dreams really do come true
Maybe they just don’t happen
The way they seem they ought to

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Cloudy dimensions

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A world away
In the realm of reflections
Lies a cloudy array
Of peculiar dimensions

There are windows to view
Dazzling horizons
And archways which lead
To paths full of diamonds

This place of magic
Is full of shimmering light
And curious creatures soar
In and out of sight

It’s a wondrous place
So difficult to believe
And nearly impossible
For anyone to conceive

And chances are
Most will never see
All the fascinating things
Which live here so carefree

It’s just one of those places
Most will sadly never find
For you really must be
In a whimsical state of mind

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Glass houses

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He lived in a small glass house
Ruled by an ill-tempered wife
She strangled all his passions
And battered him with strife

But one day she struck him
A little bit too hard
And now their tiny house
Is nothing but fractured shards

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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The spotted speck

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It floated across
The wide open sea
A spotted speck
Was all it seemed to be
And yet upon
A much closer inspection
She noticed it was just
A mere reflection
Twas the sun glinting
Off the crystalline blue
Radiating a rather
Resplendent hue
And she wished every image
Could have such a lovely effect
And wondered why the whole world
Couldn’t be like that spotted speck

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Warty

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Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Along the path to nowhere

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Drowning in the weald
Without a sword or shield
She was lost to the deep
Twilight had put her to sleep

But he somehow found her there
So full of sorrow and despair
And he gave her what he could
Although he was no Robin Hood

She applauded him for trying his best
This mission being his most important test
Yet both realized there had to be another way
Or they’d both be lost to the vast array

So a final plan was set into motion
Filled with dedication, love, and emotion
And determination eventually got them there
Saving them both from the path to nowhere

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: Consultant drowning deep within the shallow wood