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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Construct Cup V 2.0 #819071 added June 8, 2014 at 5:06pm
Restrictions: None
Compass Rose
Prompt for: June 8, 2014
Subject or Theme: Story of something round(coin, muffin, ball etc.)
Word(s) to Include: Supplicate, forbid
Forbidden Word(s): Round, circle, around, roll
Additional Parameters: The poem should be exactly 100 words
The Compass Rose
True north decries the polar star
as frigates ply the global juice.
Sea charts unfurled on Captain's desk,
beneath sextant, compass, scope,
illustrate lurking monsters who forbid
ships crossing without their due.
Tempest trident rises.
Storm clouds block sun and stars,
gales buffet, tear at sails.
For days they run as dragon winds give chase,
til east meets south, no supplication heard.
Feted waves wash clean the decks of men.
Masts crack, ballast shifts.
Green orbs flash in endless night;
ship slips beneath the liquid salt.
One hundred years later,
diver grabs golden flash
in Triangular garden--
long-lost compass rose.
100 words
Fyn
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