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[sedehaven]

The Beauty of Sneeze Season cold grey skies and woodsmoke sighs fairy lights glimmer over frosty grass shimmer morning breathes colder and kindness grows bolder a new year calling for time to birth it it almost makes these allergies worth it https://www.instagram.com/p/ClkhBrUOQhp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Today's Snippets: prepare to be floored with some gorgeous poetry involving Gabriel and Beelzebub. You can find this author here on Tumblr @sedehaven, sedehaven on AllPoetry, and GypsyWeaver on AO3.

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[heywoodvirgin]

The text is an excerpt from the poem : Digital rain ( Nothing last forever)

By: Sedehaven on all poetry.com

[meriamjabrane]

@chipensadiconoscermisbaglia @bipolarsoul @smaidiaicha @badpizzaaa @onelastmoon @stonedcolddrugs @sedehaven @ismaillb @hajarkhalifi @the-little-bleu-heart @vylein @chaimaeirfaq @gasoline-gal @amiamuo-77 @beautifuladolescents @axxhiraethxx @cheezbot 

Ray-Ban Sunglasses

[silversea]

Progress

Back at the cluttered, mouldy cabin

I meet the forest keeper, biting my hair

I am afraid God has to wait another day

"You brought the axe", he said, "Good.

Maybe this time we can chop the mountains"

A babylonian merchant

he weighs our odds in ounces

"Too much haze, unsteady land. Tomorrow we'll try again"

Tomorrow is starting to get on my nerves

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce

I am afraid God has to wait another day

- Silver Sea

"Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce" - translation: "God wills, Man dreams, the work/project is born" ; a famous verse by portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa. For a contest at Allpoetry by @sedehaven : https://allpoetry.com/contest/2728826-A-poetry-party-game-

[irishamrock]

"Prince Beelzebub slipped around the bench. They were dressed in the long robes of a temple priestess (or prostitute, though those were often the same thing in this city), black silks embroidered around the edges in silver. The embroidery looked like the veins in a fly’s wing and the silver that hung from their ears, around their neck and wrists, and crowned their head hung with garnet-eyed flies. Their eyes were ringed with kohl, and their lips were reddened with carmine. They lifted the hem of their robes, revealing a pair of jeweled sandals, laced up to their knees. They climbed onto the bench, settling themselves in Gabriel’s lap, straddling his legs." 

Signed and Sealed (with a Kiss) by gypsyweaver ( @sedehaven)

I’ve wanted to draw some fic-inspired art for the longest time and let me tell you, choosing which one to do first was the hardest thing, but this in particular is one of my favorite fics ever and I love its author’s depiction of Beelzebub with all my heart and soul.

I’m very well aware that this is definitely not what Babylonian priestesses wore but I had some difficulties in finding good references so I let my imagination run a little wild, I’m very sorry for that.

I hope I’ll be able to do some more, I have a couple of fics in mind and too much free time, but my frequent art blocks can be quite unforgiving;;

[quinnterestingsims]

Apple of the Earth, a mossy boulder alone in a pasture, singing to its mother– and all we are is dust in Kansas winds. Tears of May angels turn salt into ashes into dust. Walnut wood for wisdom, crow’s feet and gold-gilt hooves. The answer moves in stillness.

-Sedehaven

[sedehaven]

Excerpt from "Sunset Over Caddo Hall, 1998" "light falls like burnished copper cicada thrum as the violet creeps –jasmine slow, and genuine– across clouds edged and scrolled in goldleaf–sundown over redbrick north louisiana hills" Read the whole poem: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16775252-Sunset-Over-Caddo-Hall--1998-by-S.-E.-DeHaven Tumblr: sedehaven AllPoetry: S. E. DeHaven https://www.instagram.com/p/ClJ2NWAum9G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[peepingnee]

NB

She was the badass, the rebel,

the small weirdo--the freak

who lit up under a

no-smoking sign.

Double vickies to a world

that threw ice on every

damned thing that kept

her warm.

Rough-hewn, all planes

and angles, leather without

lace, kohl-lined and

carmine--the girl with

a razorblade on a silver

chain around her neck

to carve away the parts

that didn't fit in her

Sunday dress.

Bleed enough and you hit ink,

cover your skin in your

truth, child. Take blades

to the clothes and not

your holy flesh.

Cocoon and metamorph.

They'd never recognize

your face for the wings

of summer gold and truth.

Rise from the husk of what

you were, and fly, o child

of the moon, and find a life

that holds you, warm and safe

as an old leather jacket.

Burn your dresses and rise

from the flames, firefly

androgyne, and claim yourself.

Never again be a Beatrice.

The lovely @sedehaven gave me permission to record this beautiful poem for @bestoftheseekwill inspired by their fic "Pretend To Be Nice"

Give it a read and give it a listen!

[darkthestars]

List ten songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately and tag ten people

Thank you @whyndancer for tagging me!

Somebody Else by The 1975

Wild Heart by The Bleachers

Chateau by Angus & Julia Stone

Without You by Oh Wonder

Chocolate by Lilly Ahlberg

春风十里 by 房东的猫

Worship by Years & Years

Perfect Places by Lorde

Talk by Hozier

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Tagging @gyoroandururun @a-flickering-soul @sasukestherapist @vanillora @desirableendings @murcielagosygatos @infinitrinx @sedehaven @sweetsigyn @keikigoodbetter only if y’all wanna!

[pomegranatepithos]

Seven on Sunday (3 June)

Want to read some great poetry? Check out these brilliant pieces (listed in no particular order) by some fabulous writers. And be sure to read some of their other works as well!

1. The Good in Evil by @annytyx​

2. Citrus by @verrloren​

3. A Dream about the Basement Door by @rewoven​

4. Blame.zero by @darkhorsepoet​

5. Central High Cheerleader Survives Mass LSD Poisoning at Recent Pep Rally by @sedehaven​

6. an untitled poem by @graff1980

7. Recrudesce by @icebergintheattic

Have a great week!

L.

[ryanlowrie]

Ilunga 

written by  S. E. De Haven @sedehaven

She was once a wife, but he turned sour like wine, warm on a windowsill, to vinegar. He became poison, slick with slime and calling it

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“culture”.

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She was twice a wife, but he turned inward like an eye, lazy and wayward. He looked so far inside himself that the world fell like tumblestones–

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and her too.

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She was thrice a wife, but he blew away like the wind, invisible. Like sand, he sifted through her nimble fingers and into her eyes. She cried him out,

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out of her.

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She is no man’s wife. She is no man’s lover. She measures her days in cups of tea, and her weeks in books. Her home is quiet, like her heart, and she is

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undisturbed.

[poetryriot]

Poetry Riot Prompt (Week One Hundred Sixty-Seven): The alphabet soup of _______.

The participants in this week’s prompt are:

miklosaves cruxymoxy september-stardust oaptini16 purplemonkeysexgod69 katrinnac sedehaven imperiallefty hex-n crowned-in-stone lzlabs freneticfeels thegirlwritesthings abstractdevelopment maya-doolali

Thank you to all who participated. A new prompt will be posted soon.

[imperiallefty]

on the hallow's end / we tread beneath wet warm earth/tasting stone and rose

haiku: Hallow’s end (inspired by @sedehaven - On the Hallow’s)

[sagegreythehazelpirate]

Writer Interview: Tag Game.

I was tagged by @my-fickle-muse

1. What made you start writing in the first place?

Well I’m not a hundred percent sure. I think I just started writing out random thoughts that came to my head and slowly realized that some of them were actually rather poetic in their own way.

2. If you could only write about the ocean, the forest, or the desert for the rest of your life, which would you pick?

Hmm… I’d really prefer not to have to pick because I hate the idea of confining myself in anyway, but If I had to I would probably pick the forest, for some reason they’ve always appealed to me. Like the colors of them, the smell, I think maybe I associate them with the idea of possibility and adventure, because so many fairytales and stories take place in forests, or under trees.

3. Would you ever write a memoir?

Probably not, I’m not all that interested in people that aren’t friends of mine knowing me well. I mean maybe someday in my future something exciting will happen to me and I’ll want to write a memoir about that experience. But even then I might not.

4. Do you like writing by hand, or writing with a computer?

It depends on what I am writing. If I’m writing a story I prefer to write with a computer or on my phone. When I’m writing down my thoughts on something I usually write by hand, but not always.

5. Would you rather be popular with your readers or critics?

My readers most definitely, I mean it’d be great if I could have both but if not I’d much prefer my readers to enjoy my work.

6. Do you listen to music while you write? What is the best writing music?

I usually don’t, although I maybe should start doing that. I do not really know what the best writing music is. In my opinion the band Of Monsters and Men give you a lot of interesting things to think on in their songs, so I’d guess their music would work.

7. Do people you’ve met find their way into your writing?

Oh hell yeah. A lot of the stuff I write on here are my personal thoughts and feelings, so the people around me definitely influence it.

Thank you so much for asking!

Tagging: @bluephoenixe @acesheart @frofc

@infinitepocket @sedehaven

[sedehaven]

Excerpt from "The First Rain of Spring" March bursts forth triumphant in a glockenspiel tinkle, surrender of the sheets of silver February sleet. Spring colored air, leaning to the surprised dawn– springtime correspondence... Read the whole poem: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16410214-The-First-Rain-of-March-by-S.-E.-DeHaven Tumblr: sedehaven AllPoetry: S. E. De Haven https://www.instagram.com/p/ClRmZcmu7xk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=