Flash Fiction 55 Special April Edition #2

Since April is still poetry month as long as there are poets to celebrate it, here is the second special April edition of the 55 for all who are still valiantly writing daily, or for those who just wish to practice the form. Grab your pen, your paper, your keyboard, your crayons or whatever suits your fancy, and write 55 words, no more, no less, of poetry, prose-poetry or flash fiction, and post the link to your results in the comments below.

The prompt will be live from Friday midnight to Sunday at 4 PM.

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Here is my 55:

Masque

"..and Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

You, two

beats behind the living morning.

I, the rusted

 cutthroat knife flower.

You, in

 the scorpion cave torn, and

I,

anchoress in the black bower.

We dance

a chanted nightmare leaking fire

masked with

green locusts buzzing desire.

Outside, we

think the red death passes blind

these chambers

where our bones will rest entwined.

April 2020







with a nod to Imaginary Gardens with Real ToadsFriday April 10 Play it Again: Odilon Redon

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The Masque of The Red Death, © Odilon Redon, 1883  Public Domain