A.M. Holmes

Hello, My name is Auryanna Holmes and I am a writier residing in Seattle, WA. This blog will be filled with all of my original poems, and act as an outlet as I grow, and refine my art in the hopes of publishing my work in the near future. Thank you for your love!

[themelanintreasury]

[books-n-quotes]

“It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.”

— William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

[medievalpoc]

Ivan Petrovich Argunov

Portrait of Kalmyk Girl Annushka

Russia (1767)

Annushka, a Kalmyk girl of Western Mongolian ancestry, was a serf and pupil of Countess Varvara Sheremeteva, daughter of Count Sheremetev. Argunov himself was a serf of Count Sheremetev (1713-1788). Annushka is holding a portrait of the late Countess.

[poetryriot]

Poetry Riot Prompt (Week One Hundred Ninety-Two) 2 - 8 July

This week’s prompt is:

a quarrelsome wind

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[pomegranatepithos]

now

the fan whirrs against the lingering heat of yesterday

but in the cold red of morning the bed is only half-full and the sheets wander in search of more than these few limbs

@pomegranatepithos

[medievalpoc]

Detail of West African crewman from John Singleton Copley’s Watson and the Shark, 1778. image via

[arikkadion]

Brown, A’rikka Dion

[pomegranatepithos]

deserted

oceaned and untidy, i rise like blue in the foreboding of a peacock morn water cut and wind sewn, i stretch and billow my way out of silence a multitude of white horses ride the path before me, i am tidal strewn

@pomegranatepithos

[occultclassicalart]

AIVAZOVSKY, Ivan (1817-1900)

From the calm to hurricane, details 1892 708 x 212 cm Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.

[latenights]

[medievalpoc]

Anonymous, School of Lucas Cranach I

Pfirtscher Altar, Left Wing: Saint Maurice

Germany (1524)

Oil on Wood, left wing, 93 x 41 cm.

München, Bayerische Staatsgemäldesammlungen.

The Image of the Black in Western Art Research Project and Photo Archive, W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research, Harvard University

[pomegranatepithos]

Knell

under the weight of hands

there is a minute

—a second—and the clock

strikes, not unlike

the sound of a passing

bell         —one thin peal

—leave the window open—

the haunted flees the hour

                      —a soul as prey

@pomegranatepithos

[moonymarsh-deactivated20201024]

Oh dear,

slipped from her

Mouth, like ribbon

from a waist.

I caught it amongst

Other things and

places.

I didn’t mind it.

But felt it

In the end.

[a-m-holmes]

This has become my favorite 'me': bed head, sleepy eyes, day old lipstick, old lingerie, I woke up like this, under window light 💋💓 be still my waking mind, roar on, my raging heart 😄😏 . Ps totally and forever inspired by @kristinaconrad ❤ . #lingerie #morningselfies #dayoldlipstick #goodmorning #iwokeuplikethis #smiles #blackgirlmagic #thatfro #tattoogal

[smspoetry]

“i slaughtered myself at an alter you built. god complex - shrine of who you think you are. but, make no mistake - i tell this story now.”

- smspoetry

[cruxymox]

sanctuary

You fiends!

.

I shall flee thee to the rough feel of leviathan trees,

Where the broken cataphract of my animal heart can rest once more,

Away from your sinful insistence that you lead me arm in arm.

.

And to where?

.

These leaning branches cleanse the nightmare of humanity,

The birds above bring their songs of the oneiric divine,

And the soil beneath me pulls away the decay of your labyrinthine cities,

Your poisonous currency,

And my memory of your dubious black profiles.

.

___

prompt given by @definegodliness : “blind man in the forest”

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“I make a smaller night for myself, my woman joins me, silence bears down and the dream spins the world again.”

— Pablo Neruda, from “18,” Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems, trans. Forrest Gander (Copper Canyon Press, 2016)