Sestina
When Horror Came to Speak
He came with tales like coiling smoke, With fingers long as funeral notes. His eyes, two bottomless pits of dread, Where lost men fall and never tread. He sat by me — not near, but in, The horror of him not on his skin — But in his breath, in every sound, That reached my soul and spun it 'round.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Lux Seastina
Introduction For this challenge, I will use the Sestina form that you can read about here. Blame Vocal because it is on the list of poetry forms and is my third Sestina. I use the same rhyme for every line because the switching of the words would make it impossible, unless I decided to go non-rhyming, but I always make things difficult for myself.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
