Elowyn

living out the remainder of my life on a small farm, writing novels and poetry

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Elowyn

living out the remainder of my life on a small farm, writing novels and poetry

https://www.instagram.com/elowyn_abernathy?igsh=c3N5YzFtNXhxZzQ1&utm_source=qr

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From Atlanta To The Sea

Elowyn

1 min read

Grim men stir lifeless

in their sodden boots

And steel their veins for cannon roar,

Spur their tired, silent stallions—

Their foaming, bleeding stallions and hung

slaughtered hens, they shoulder

Through vermilion, crackling days,

Clamoring their way through cotton

Dove as coal is dark,

Sheol shatters the stars and rains

Upon the shoeless, silver men,

Sixty miles, who churn

To the sequin shore...

Poetry

Poetry ?

Elowyn

1 min read

What’s the point

Of poetry?

I believe it is so

To play the firs

Upon the lyre;

To weave the grasses

In their emerald vine

With only a word, a line;

To immortalize

The florid rose,

A silver wine,

With only a word,

A sound, a tear—

Easily for all to hear

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Alternative version:

What’s the point

Of poetry?

I believe it is so

To play the firs

Upon the lyre;

With only a word,

A sound, a tear—

E...

Poetry

Angel Eyes And Lavanoa

Elowyn

1 min read

He reeks of orthodox tobacco incense, cigars and golden grain—

His eyes steel, Everclear and

iron,

a shade of withering grass—

The man’s brim curves well his swine nose

And leans to the steel cut boots he wears like prayers, scuffed

By cattle hooves and shards of copper

Honey says he’s fine,

Like fine, mulberry wine—

I say he’s mash, charred over-well in a calling carhood;

And then they out ...

For Now You Have Forgiven Me

Elowyn

1 min read

Tyrian laces bloom in tide,

Scarlet roses, I confide,

A blossom yours I dare to see;

For now you have forgiven me—

A river sang to bless my stride;

The hornets fly as mellow eyed

As adders bide their sting, I see;

For now you have forgiven me—

The rivers cup a salmon fare,

The waters deep, a golden glare,

In sun they clamor carelessly;

For now you have forgiven me—

The pines who loom about the...

Poetry

The Moonshiner

Elowyn

1 min read

One eve’ning silver as the sea

A silhouette proceeds;

Tramping over callous leaf

And weaving in his tide,

To chorus, shouting Gryllidae,

And to her whip-her-wool,

He clamors on the loveless tin

Resounding in the pine;

Wherein the quiet moon he cries,

And brews his own demise....

Poetry

Who Would Reveal ?, Idk

Elowyn

1 min read

Who would reveal the quilled sorrow of late

to those, the lamb-white ears

of vermillion suns,

Proceeding tyranny, relay

Of darkness in its tide?—

Dawn— with vibrant cockles and rococo shells;

The spoiled sequin sands—

Who would reveal thy gnash and blood,

To those, her opulent ears?...

Poetry

Unfinished )

Elowyn

1 min read

I dreamt of the golden hour;

Of a coppice

of sequin, blossoming grass...

Poetry

Wood Sorrel (vague Idea)

Elowyn

2 min read

When Charity said that she loved the wilderness, Shannon narrowed his eyes, and peered at the fell buildings spotting the grasslands where they had stopped to rest. He saw the abandoned chicken factory with the slanted, metal and tin patchwork roof; at the old homes with the silvering, slitted wood and the bulging porch and cobble chimneys; at that one barn with the browned wood and that was cloth...