Green Meadows Abound

O to rest e’ermore
Where the heavens drop their dew
Green meadows abound

written in response to this week’s prompt at Haiku Horizons, and drawing on Zechariah 8:12Zechariah 8:12

The Phantasmagic Gate #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

Oe’r Tremblepyke, through metachasmic places,
Weaves a heroine bearing ten thousand faces;
Winding stealthily through grim Cymbalic Rocks,
She imitates the action of the Peripaticulous Fox;
Employing spionic cunning, and parathaumic art,
With nebuliminous deft, she steals t’ward steepling ramparts;
Broaching rebulliious walls, where bravest Bogles would fear to tread,
Her brow now beading with primal fear, and ‘byss dread;
As sabrescythmic denizens there in full force await,
Our heroine’s destination revealed – The Phantasmagic Gate.

Day 18 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017 and the NaPoWriMo.net prompt is to write a poem that incorporates neologisms. A neologism is a made-up word, which could be portmanteaus (basically, a word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel”) or they could be words invented entirely for their sound.

I chose to apply the prompt to a fantasy setting. It probably needs more verses (or a conversion to flash fiction) to conclude the adventure.

Nothing Withstands the Light

The enemy obfuscates
The thirsty pupil dilates
Desperate for hope’s light

Disease of despair invades
Opaque cataracts close in
Denying glimpse of light

Spiritual blindness persists
Frosted lenses resisting
Still diffusing life and light

Healing Saviour touches me
Failing scales peel, fall away
Nothing withstands the Light

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post