The fire, crackling,
reaches fingers upward and curls
around the pan atop which the
open-mouthed, glassy-eyed fish softly char and
die again to the heat before
their final rest inside of our
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“Cremation” Published in Shoots and Vines Zine
One of my poems, “Cremation”, was published in Shoots and Vines Zine on December 22.
To read the poem, visit:
http://shootsandvineszine.blogspot.com/2008/12/cremation-by-nicole-nicholson.html
To check out the other fabulous poems, flash fiction pieces, and photos on the site, visit:
“Rotate” Published on the MW Society Press Website
She Moves, Softly
she moves, softly
trailing her midnight cloak behind
indigo and gold
sweeping across the
sky, an obscuring curtain, a
star-spangled banner
which Creation salutes
some with hushed, black stillness
others with noise
a chorus of
cricket fiddles, hoots and howls
the nighttime choir
joined some nights
by crunk superlatives, thumping bass
and couples laughing
moon crowned lady
casts her soft, silent cloak
over our heads
while I worship
her age and era with
my bleeding pen
Written 8/2/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Marionette
Strings by Lady Snape 09
This chained lune was written for Poefusion’s “Monday Mural” prompt. Another foray into the darkness. This might be a bit disturbing, but I hope you enjoy anyway.
-Nicole
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The Archer
This chained lune was written for the One Single Impression Prompt this week (Resolve). Enjoy.
-Nicole
her eyes, steel
twin orbs of fire focus
on her target
taut, yet quivering
faintly, held by pinching fingers
the arrow waits
she releases both
breath and arrow in a
single, swift motion
years of painful
perspiring practice pay off as
the arrow sails
and plunges its
sharp head into the red,
round center bullseye
Written 8/23/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Subway
This chained lune was written for the One Single Impression Prompt this week, “Stairways”. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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madness calls me
to drift down subway stairways
seeking dark scenes
nighttime casts clothing
a different city emerges, wild
Metropolis, the whore
decked out in
the finest concrete and neon
she glows, electric
and I see
her true blood, fragrant, coursing
through subway veins
junkies, freaks, madmen
bottle-blond horny women and
high-heeled queens
gangstas, and businessmen
on a secret double-sided
neon nighttime life
this I love
unscrubbed, raw, real, blood pulse
unsanitized and filthy
and I can
see it all nightly by
a stairway descent
Written 8/10/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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Leonardo
I went back and wrote this chained lune for Poefusion’s Tuesday Title, which was “Brushstrokes and Sage”. Sorry, I couldn’t pass this one up. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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even in old
age as an amused, impish
sage, he calls
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Waterfall Prison
I was able to write something for Friday Five at Poefusion this week…this Friday’s words were: exiguous, waterfall, thoughtless, imperfect, and gifted. This is a chained lune. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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exiguous, my life
as it fades to black
my vision blurs
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For Fat Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When The Pain Was Enuf
This lune chain was written for Poefusion’s Friday Five. This week’s words: appearance, defect, trellis, youngster, laundry. The title was taken from Ntozake Shange’s play, “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When The Rainbow Was Enuf”. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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you stand and
look at your reflection in
the bedroom mirror
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The Old Tree
This chained lune was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural, based on the above image. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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The old tree was dying,
her wood drying
as ancient life left her.
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Raven Mocker
This is a response to a Writer’s Island prompt, “superstition”. I chose to write about raven mockers, a kind of wizard/witch/evil spirit in Cherokee mythology. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I come for
the souls of the dying;
for they are
my only sustenance.
I can smell impending death
from far away.
What you consider
stench is incense to me,
sweet and toxic;
guard your dying
well, for I seek their
hearts for food.
I take the
form of Raven so that
I am not victim
myself, for scavengers
are not the stuff of
other creatures’ sustenance.
Beware me: I
live long from the strength
of your souls;
For I am
Raven Mocker, and I seek
out your dying.
Written 6/16/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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