The moon was full and pink She'd had too much to drink They say the moon 'tis made of cheese Listen close: it's made of these: Promises you'll never keep Scars that run too long, too deep The witch's laugh, her sprightly cackle A roving spade, a wormy apple The rotting stench of rancid pears… Continue reading Freebie Friday: The Moon Was Full and Pink
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Throwback Thursday: Poetry’s Darkness and Light
The weird truth about me that may or may not be genetic: I cannot hear meter. I cannot hear stressed syllables. Neither can my dad. Inherited? I don't know, but I do know that all I can write is blank verse (or is it free verse? I'm forever confusing the two.) Here's a stab I… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: Poetry’s Darkness and Light
Beth Overmyer 