When the Party’s Over The party is over But the garden is alive With candles flickering in jars Red embers of a redundant barbecue The glow of spent cigarettes A security light Brings day to night Birthday balloons Bob in the night breeze Bunting bats Flutter darkly in the trees A black bin bag Drifts […]
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Today is the birthday of the ancient poet Virgil
A Tanka to Virgil It’s Virgil’s birthday Classical Roman poet Whose burial cave Was supernaturally carved From the power of his gaze
Wicked Word Wednesday (1.10)
Originally posted on Running In My Head:
Greetings logophiles and other creative types! It’s time for another Quick Overview: One entry per person. 42 words max. Leave your entry in the comment box below. IMPORTANT: Please include Twitter handle or pseudonym. Entries must be posted by midnight Eastern Time (New York City time). Feel free…
Wicked Word Wednesday 1.9 Results
Originally posted on Running In My Head:
Thanks to everyone who participated in Wicked Word Wednesday. This past week we had only two entries and very little voting. I’m going to assume this was because many regular readers didn’t log on this week. On a serious note, if you have any suggestions for increasing the…
A bit of fun I wrote at a poetry workshop for teenagers
Love poem to a mango Oh mango! You are smooth and fleshy, As juicy as a poem, A sumptuous symphony of flavour. Oh mango! The colour of a sunset, A warm summer’s day, My fruity romance. Mango. Free image found on www.appszoom.com
Trees are my favourite plants on the planet…
and there is such a variety in our garden that I can’t stop writing about them. Copper Beech in the Garden The handsome beech Crept into the garden Etched furtively A space in the corner And grew Slender limbs Delicate tracery Against the sky Metallic leaves Flash with sunlight Burnished bronze And copper
Following last night’s supermoon eclipse, this is a reblog.
Source: Once in a Blue Moon and Watching the Moon – two new poems
Unloved
Unloved The whole house echoed With emptiness Spectres of past lives Crouched helpless In cobwebby corners Surrounded by Aromas of damp Tornados of dust Stains of neglect And rust A narrow staircase A leaking roof Peeling paper Were not enough To put them off Tenderly nurturing A wreck into a home Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk
Elephant Love
I follow Cheryl Merrill’s post on elephants, about which she is very passionate. I love the language she uses and have previously written a poem borrowing some of her words and illustrated with one of her amazing photographs (see my page Elephant Skin under Poetry). You can find Cheryl on cherylmerrill.com. I later developed it into something […]
Nine Secrets to Successfully Completing That Elusive First Draft
Originally posted on Sacha Black:
At 1:04am, on the 20th of August, after exactly 292 days or 41 weeks and 5 days of writing my first draft of my novel, I wrote those two long awaited words… ‘The End’. I was in bed, in the dark, laptop on my knees, with my sleeping beauty of…