Wolf

There’s a drawing challenge going on right now called Swordtember, but I’ve seen a few different versions of it. One here and one here.

Since I’m not one for drawing, I’ve decided to use both of them as poetry prompts, since one only foes to the fifteenth. And since I’m not much for poetry, I’ve decided to take it on as a bit of a challenge and try to get better at something that is a true weakness. In the interest of transparency and humility, I’ll be sharing these poems here.

My goal is to not spend all night working on them but to try to get them done relatively quickly.

Rather than belabor the point, I’ll just get right to it.

The Frozen Depths

Deep in the Holy Hollow
Sing the Monks of Ivory
There they dance and prance all low
and follow on so blithely.

Men of ice and snow
How far we must go
To see the monks of Holy Hollow.

Come hear the Ivory Monks
Sing the songs of love and life,
Their laughter cutting tree trunks
While wintry winds cut like a knife.

Men of ice and snow
How far we must go
To see the monks of Holy Hollow.

Shell

The sands between my toes
Remind me of Ambrose.
Golden summers long gone
We took flight like a swan
Through skies asunder
Awash with thunder.