The last poem of today was developed from a poem posted here on 9th October. Copper Beech Etched in the Garden A handsome beech Stole under the hedgerow Etched itself furtively Into a space ~ Grew slender limbs And hardy roots Raised itself and threw A delicate lace ~ Of burnished leaves Up to the […]
Day: November 19, 2015
The Owl
I was reminded of the poet Edward Thomas by a post from businessinrhyme, so I thought I would share another poem by the same poet that kind of reminds me that there is always someone worse off. The Owl Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; Cold, yet had heat within me that was […]
Hollow Inside
Last Friday was an odd day. It started with an ominous feeling of doom and gloom, accompanied by nausea and tears, that I couldn’t shake off. In the afternoon, my PC broke down, which was difficult but could be fixed. After a whole day alone, I waited for my husband to come home and by […]
Tidings of Magpies
This week I have been developing some of the scribbles I have posted, using techniques from Helena Nelson’s ’32 ways of reviving a rejected poem’. It has been a very useful exercise and I would like to continue with it. Here is a new version of a poem I posted on 3rd October. Tidings of […]
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