Morning Is born with a caul Of mist on sharp, clear light, Ripped by the raucous call Of leftover scraps of night: Coal-dusted ravens and crows Hunched in ragged rows, Their sharp eyes like sloes Clustering in the blackthorn. In moisture-laden air, time slows In anticipation of dazzling hues: Ochre, rust and foggy blues To […]
Day: October 18, 2016
The Benevolence of Barnacles
Watching over the vessel with cold periscope eyes, They partially bury the mine-damaged bow Of the shadowy hulk that was lost for a century, Tucked thirty metres deep below the North Sea. In the windy gaze of a marram-swept coast, Buoying crumbling bones in a crusty embrace, Barnacles embellish the skin of the conning tower, […]
Romance
It was the idea of him Formed in the clouds of romance: His arms, strong enough To row her boat, Keep her afloat On a symphony of shiny ripples. She would be his diamond Amongst the scattered jewels In this glassy, watery place. And then the clouds broke, She fell out of the sky, Tears […]
Evolving Shapes of Clay
inhaling the earth cool smoothness of clay shapes senses overload © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1076 clay In this regular prompt of tools for writing and creativity, Chèvrefeuille has inspired us with clay, which was always used for pottery, but also for ‘writing’. He describes how clay tablets were used […]
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