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The moon turned the world to ash. Without flames
he blazed. With skin coming up smoke,
the pale orchard leaves melted in his palms.
Soil hard as bone way back when. I found him.
He blazed with skin coming up smoke.
The moon turned the world to ash without flames.
Soil hard as bone way back when I found him.
The pale orchard leaves melted in his palms.
Photograph by Jonathan Kos-Read
Noelle Currie
I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website ImageCurve.com weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.
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Nicely done. And I like the structure. It’s like reflection in turbulent water. Is there a name for it?
Thank you! The form is called pantoum
I enjoyed this. Although it is short for a pantuoum. More stanzas would have allowed for further incremental repetition.
The line breaks work very well.
I look forward to reading your other pieces.
More than the form…it is the vision the words weave…another very cool piece