October Poetry Writing Month

Behold, A White Horse

In the quiet before the coming storm, in the dark before the first light of morn. Out of…

It was a dark and stormy night. A time when writer’s will write deep into the fading light….

Whoa, take me down Into the depths where I might drown For it is only there can I…

We tiptoe quietly around afraid to wake the beast. He lies quietly sleeping, dozing fitfully his power unreleased….

Poem 18 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, based on the prompt of black out or…