Taste Buds

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle Special Addition Taste “August 22nd, 2016” Taste buds In my mouth, On my tongue, Flowers in a saporous feast Of fizzy flavours: A slice of pizza explodes with yeast, Seasoned with herb and garlic, Smokey with cheese; Delicate ginger tea cleanses My senses, Honeyed and sweet; Ascerbic, tangy unripe plum, […]

A Sunday Walk with Cormorants

My response to imaginary garden with real toads Not What We came To See ~ Micro Poetry We’re putting the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and returning to the option of form poetry. The challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines, choosing our own form or sticking to free verse. […]

Foxes at Dusk

In the city, Drab, lanky shadow Slips between parked cars, Competes with gulls and crows By toppled rubbish bins, Emerging silently Under street-light sulphur, Leaching rust from fur.   In the country, Rich russet lustre Cavorts in lush green fields, Barking at gulls and crows Under a canopy Of sunset and cloud, Burnished copper bright […]

I Miss You

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #173 “Collage 28” Together, they inhaled autumn: Decomposing leaves, Wet fox in undergrowth, Brambles snagging sleeves, Following fallen acorns until the sun broke through. He found a perfect russet Leaf for her to press, Alleviate her distress At his leaving. She pumped into his suitcase A cloud of her […]

Relentless Reverie

My response to imaginary garden with real toads Fireblossom Friday “Perchance To Dream” “To sleep, perchance to dream…” –Hamlet The challenge is to write about–or from–a dream. I have taken some words and phrases from a poem I wrote and posted just over a year ago and created a new one. The reverie was relentless: a […]

Autumn on the Horizon

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – August 20, 2016 I hadn’t heard of the poet Julia Spicher Kasdorf and will be looking for more of her work after reading today’s prompt poem: Landscape with Desire Next month maples along this lake will rage orange and scarlet. Firs we barely discern on that […]