tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Category: Writing
Lord Rellik
A short story response to Braeden Michaels’ poem of the same name. Lord Rellik, the demon overlord.
One Last Howl
within winter’s sigha murmur rises on the windsparkles glint off the edgesof a million snowflakes,compressed and wind blownagainst the base of birch orwithin a field’s hollow the murmur becomes a humand a snowshoe hare lifts up,whiskers twitchingears on high alertthe hum, in turn, sheds… Continue Reading “One Last Howl”
Wildfire
what hurts is I am nothing but a piece of clay filling a void I’m not the missing piece just a piece of muddy clay and when the hole doesn’t feel so empty you cast me aside until you need a substitute again I’m… Continue Reading “Wildfire”
Cliche
I don’t care if it’s been written before or if writing about love is cliche… here are the facts: I’m an earthy, passionate woman who is in love, and deeply so. I’m in love with the words and the earth and the sea and… Continue Reading “Cliche”
A Prayer for Resurrection
sitting at my graveside looking in covered in the dark shroud shredded I gave one too many pieces and committed that final sin that final piece which stole the breath right out of my lungs so ready for you to love me begging starving… Continue Reading “A Prayer for Resurrection”
Trapped With My Books
in the quiet evening hours she criesalone in the stillnesssitting beside her bedpillow coldsheets wrinkled and muteshe scrolls and remembersthe lies, the betrayaluncertainty she’s trapped and nowshe cries for what should have beenwhat was supposed to bedreams lost, faded, unrealisticheart pierced throughshe will never… Continue Reading “Trapped With My Books”
Change of Seasons
My heart is filled with autumn Breezes teasing my hair loose From beneath my wool hat A river dried up left a winding trail For which my feet to travel Crisp air invading my lungs Honking vees moving overhead Crunchy leaves beneath my boots… Continue Reading “Change of Seasons”
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