Horizon

swallowed by dusk

shadows at the horizon

of loquacious trees

~

in conjugal bond-

the heavens kiss the land

even the sun blushes

.

For Carpe Diem # 491.

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Hanabi (Fireworks) Haiku

gleaming bright colors

hued with the paints of sparkle

fireworks in the sky

~

fun festival times

a play of fire all around

the burning night skies

~

radiant ablaze

reflecting back the beauty

still river waters

~

the dusk approaches

warding off evil spirits

with glazing fireworks

~

across river bank

looking for the hanabi

come hoards of tourists

~

a boom and a bang

piercing silence of the dark

the lights of glory

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 229.

Chudail: Creature of the Dark Hours

bright and entrancing

black seductive eyes,

nefarious as night

long flowing hair,

bloodless visage of

the corpse,

smeared red

the swollen lips,

with the torso

of a hyena,

she rises at dusk

walking across

the abandoned lands

on her retral feet,

snarling her

long-pitched intonation,

the young maiden

travels through

the night in her

drab grey apparel

looking out

for the lost souls

to prey upon

and subject them

to her succulent mouth;

the chudail

of the dark hours.

Poetry prompt:- Creature creation