You could hear the banshee's screams filling up the air.
Not forwarning of death. Not keening.
She had seen the weather forecast
For Colwyn Bay that evening.
Note: The title is taken from the poem Palomar Mountain by Alfredo Aguilar published in Waxwing Mag. The prompt was to write about a mythical/fantastical creature acting strangely or in an everyday scenario. I'm not great with the silly poems so let's pretend this never happened.
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We Are All Burning In Time
Poetry''Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.'' - Hunter. S. Thompson ''We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.'' - Jack Gilbert This NaPoWriMo I have missed the entire month so I have decided to...
