Vanishing Sands (Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #113)

Down the winding shore
Tiny grains of sand vanish
Through the still hourglass

On the beach you’ll see
Soft footprints across the sand
Fade away with time

When the sea breeze blows
White sands fly and disappear
Into tomorrow


My responses to Ronovan WritesWeekly Haiku Challenge #113: Beach & Time. Another fun challenge! Thanks for the prompt, Ronovan!

River Stones

Water flows freely
Over the still riverbank
Stones gleam in the sun

Tiny ripples dance
All along the water’s edge
See the pebbles shine

Waves sway to and fro
Winding down the twisted stream
Smooth rocks tumble free


My responses to Ronovan WritesWeekly Haiku Challenge #112: River & Stone. This is my first time participating in this challenge, and it’s proven to be a lot of fun! I’d definitely like to participate again! Thanks for the prompt, Ronovan!

White Wonderland

Crystal rain falling
Sprinkled all across the land
Winter has arrived

Icy wind blowing
Snowflakes dancing on the breeze
Shine in the moonlight

Magic in the air
Virgin snow brightens the world
A white wonderland

Blood Moon

When the moon appears,
Demons rise to claim the night.
I could not escape.

It took just one bite
To transform me into this
Blood-thirsty creature.

I long for the days
When I used to be human.
Now I’m a monster.

Every night, I drink
The blood of innocent souls.
An eternal curse.

So heed this warning:
Vampires lurk in the shadows.
Beware the blood moon.

Midnight at the Ball

I knew it was love.
When we danced, the world stood still.
Then the clock chimed once.

Suddenly she froze.
Timidly, I took her hand
As the clock chimed twice.

Just one kiss, I wished.
At the third chime, I leaned in…
But she turned and fled.

Four chimes in, I paused.
That was when I realized,
I don’t know her name.

Terror seized my heart.
No, I cannot lose her now.
Five chimes in, I ran.

Chasing after her,
I could hear the sixth chime ring.
Please come back, I begged.

At the seventh chime,
All I found upon the stairs
Was her glass slipper.

As the eighth chime rang,
I looked down and saw her there,
Running through the doors.

Glass slipper in hand,
I followed her down the path
To the clock’s ninth chime.

I stopped at the gate.
The tenth chime sent her carriage
Out into the night.

Eleven chimes in.
Desperately I called to her.
Just once, she looked back.

Midnight, she was gone.
Lovesick and alone I stood
As the clock struck twelve.

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