Eleanor O’Malley

Bookworm, poet, and author, I adore fantasy and the unknown. Poetry and writing and reading are 3 of my favorite hobbies. I learned to read at 2 and was reading Narnia at 5. I am adventurous and creative, and I lay claim to a very vivid imagination.

Eleanor O’Malley

Death, The Inky Bloom

Eleanor O’Malley

1 min read

The sun set upon the last green leaf,

silence, then-- the world did grieve,

for stone it 'twas, the final hope,

a deathly cold, dusty globe.

Vivid and green, foliage and forest,

fires and light that shone at their warmest,

all turned to scree as the reign melted,

the rule of the sun and life had ended.

Ominous silence, stifling and empty,

there's death in the wind, the scent is heavy,

the sweati...

Crushed Me

Eleanor O’Malley

1 min read

The sea crashed hard,

But not like your death,

One day, here,

The next, only fear

Your death

Crushed

Until I couldn't breathe

Why'd you have to go,

And leave me alone?

Your death

Crushed

Life without you

I can't begin to imagine

Without your too-strong coffee

And messy attempts at sorry

Your death

Crushed

Me...

Poetry

The Black Tree

Eleanor O’Malley

4 min read

It was a dark, moody day in early November. Rain painted the window in futile attempts to get in, and an elderly woman with dark grey hair and deep blue eyes sat by the fire, her knitting forgotten in her lap. She gazed out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Her eyes were blank, but reflected the light of the stars outside and the beautifully sad clouds. She grunted quietly and leaned all her ...

Horror

Fantasy