13 Nov: NovPAD Day 13

That Dog

She was light, you know,
the way snow is bright even at night.
And those soft eyes of hers,
filled with the language of moons.

She was a treasure,
and she’s buried under the hellebore.
My treasure.
My buried treasure.


These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts, November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.

12 responses to “13 Nov: NovPAD Day 13”

  1. Such a cool take on the prompt, Misky.
    These lines are stunners:
    “And those soft eyes of hers,
    filled with the language of moons.”

    I currently have this dog, and this poem brought tears.

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    1. She was special. Really special.

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    2. Aaah, thanks so much.

      Like

  2. I remember we had a dog like that when I was a kid, but she was a cat.

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  3. Makes me tear up. Just beautiful

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  4. “She was light, you know,
    the way snow is bright even at night.” – so great.

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  5. So beautiful. Pulled at the heart strings. I love “the language of moons” and the ending. Really lovely.

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  6. Agree with all these sentiments ! Reminds me of Sunshine my first dog

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    1. What a lovely name for a dog.

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      1. She was my rock for 16 years

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