The virgin played her holy cardBut no halo hides a cunning heartWhen faced with having her name marredThe virgin played her holy cardWhere some see saint, I see avant-guardThe immaculate icon of the blessed tartThe virgin played her holy cardBut no halo hides a cunning heart This is my contribution to this week’s We’ave Written […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
I dream of bonfiresof brittle kindling momentsincandescent youth’sunquenchable thirst for fire Of embers fed by longinghiss-spit of fire startersbattling winter’s frosty breathto no avail I awaken tothe haunt of woodsmoke, acridrepellant, absorbedby the tenuous fibersof life’s frail weave This is my response to the poetry prompt offered this week on Tanka Tuesday. The call was […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
October’s gnarledfingers, petition winter’sgod, for clemency Granny’s weathered hands,woven round her coffee cup,unspools threads of time This is my response to the photo prompt offered this week on SenHai Saturday #22| Thru Violet's Lentz