Meet Dora at Dreams from a Pilgrimage. She’s awesome.
An inch the moon moved, me eyeing
through sleepless lids I lay dying:
apple-fed.
Dim my sight, breath weakening
death’s poison ever strengthening:
apple-cursed.
Whispered prayers, hurried words of flesh
plead soul’s deliverance afresh:
apple-damned.
Darkness now floods the mind distraught
I would, I could, but I cannot:
apple-bent.
God’s Son whose flesh my guilt impaled
On cross for me o’er death prevailed:
apple-freed.

Grace at dVerse challenges us today to write a Compound Word Verse, an unfamiliar form to most ous I daresay. She writes: "The Compound Word Verse is a poetry form invented by Margaret R. Smith that consists of five 3-line stanzas, for a total of 15 lines. The last line of each stanza ends in a compound word and these compound words share a common stem word which is taken from the title. (In the first example below the stem…
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Thank you so much, Christine!
pax,
dora
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My pleasure!
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