Hi!

I’m back on Day 97 for my 87th Entry to the Steemit School Poetry 100-Day Challenge by @d-pend.

I'll be glad should you be able to read and comment.

Best of lucks to all contestants.

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                                    The pyre burns and its flame
                                    reaches for the heavens,
                                    while a dark track of smoke
                                    comes from the exhaust pipe of the car
                                    to define the whiteness of my page,
                                    the mist above the Nordic ocean.

...
As I wait for a fifth passenger,
the deceased ring-giver burns.
For two slow hours now, he’s been
fighting descendants of Cain
and killing a dragon
(and my time).

I turn the page,
and there’s morning dew
and mourning and moaning.
My eyes sway between Vikings
and a hungry child come out of the blue.
—Got anything to eat?

An engine starts.
—Hey, miss?
(The passenger is here.)
—Got anything left?

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                          The king’s soul grabs the string of smoke
                          and streams along with the ascending air.

                          And we’ve parted now, gone on another journey.
                          I cling to his form, pretending my own existence,
                          this time out of my book.

                          —Got anything, miss?
                                                    ...
                          I look him in the eye,
                                                    and he has no idea...

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