Mavis

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Mavis had such long , dark and curly hair

When she went out those she met would stop and stare.

Her eyes were pools of swirling deep emotions

Fathomless, holding more secrets than any of the worlds’ oceans.

Her lips full and always painted ruby red

Stark contrast to her pale neck , where Vampires fed!

One close inspection it was obvious to see

In and out those curls, the occasional flea.

The come hither eyes just meant to suck you in

And on close inspection she has awfully blotchy skin.

Looking closer her lips were far from perfection

The stench from her rotting teeth was not beyond detection.

First appearances are not what they always seem

So don’t get sucked into her nightmare dream.

I am sure that you all know “All that glitters is not gold ”

And fingers should be warm and tingly , not ice cold.

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Mavis had such long , dark and curly hair

When she went out those she met would stop and stare.

Her eyes were pools of swirling deep emotions

Fathomless, holding more secrets than the worlds’ deepest oceans.

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This is a reworked poem from 2014.

Folk tales, local legends and fairy stories? – Guest posts wanted!

Attention all holders of the secrets of ancient Lore.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

It is five o’clock here in England and my daily featured spot is empty again. I feel unwanted, abandoned, bereft… Here I am, all ready to welcome guests, and not a guest in sight! I could just sigh and reblog a post I have enjoyed, or I can use the space to offer it  to you. I already have the regular Be My Guest and the Elusive Realities series detailed below, but what if I asked for something else?

I love learning about different times and places, especially the kind of lore that seldom makes it into books. The blogosphere has no nationality and encompasses the whole world…  what better place to learn?

How did your granny predict the weather? What did your great uncle Albert tell you about the little green men he saw in the woods that night? What strange creature stalks the woods in your area?

So…

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Terza Rima Day 13 Life

This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows

I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.

Life… A Terza Rima,

The dress is silk and white oh! how it flows

We take our vows and mean forever

Our love so huge it burns and glows.

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Installment 13 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time.