Quadrille | Hannah Foster

Violet fire is burning
‘Neath a periwinkle sky
The purple planets’ turning
Spins my consciousness awry—
Every tendon, every figment
Flushes mauve—the body breaks,
Crumbles in the deathly pigment,
River-ruined, being spurned,
Out of purple heaven hurled
In the ashes of the world.


Hannah Foster is a young adult fiction writer and chronic daydreamer. Once upon a time she fell in love with art and stories and never looked back. She loves tea, anime, and corgis, and will probably never grow up.  https://eluminoracreations.wordpress.com/

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, May 2020

Originally posted on the site: 29/07/2019

Forsaken | Hannah Foster

Shadow
curled, claw-like,
writhing, leaping, flickering
creeper, patient guard, abandoned–
whispering, reaching, hoping,
half-transparent, hoary
shade.


Hannah Foster is a young adult fiction writer and chronic daydreamer. Once upon a time she fell in love with art and stories and never looked back. She loves tea, anime, and corgis, and will probably never grow up.  https://eluminoracreations.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 26/07/2019

Lines Scribbled at 1 AM | Hannah Foster

Awake in darkness, I
Cannot close the gates
The moon has unlocked within.
Swathed against the cold,
I can only open up the world
And let the thought-creatures forth.
A paper landscape welcomes them,
The footsteps of the mind,
Trailing into the moon-spangled night.


Hannah Foster is a young adult fiction writer and chronic daydreamer. Once upon a time she fell in love with art and stories and never looked back. She loves tea, anime, and corgis, and will probably never grow up.  https://eluminoracreations.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 23/07/2019

The Locked-Up Heart | Hannah Foster

The hunter’s eyes followed the silver box as the woman laid it in his hands.

“I am not worthy,” he whispered, raising his head. “How can you trust me?”

The sorceress looked down at him where he knelt on the cold stone. “You have proven yourself to me. You saw the cavern from which this heart was torn.” As she spoke a drop of blood beaded at a corner of the little box and tracked down the hunter’s palm. She smiled and her smile was still cold. “My heart is your secret. Guard it with your life.”

“I will.”


Hannah Foster is a young adult fiction writer and chronic daydreamer. Once upon a time she fell in love with art and stories and never looked back. She loves tea, anime, and corgis, and will probably never grow up.  https://eluminoracreations.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 19/07/2019