Love in a Minor Key

My response to dVerse Poets Pub 5 Year Celebration Poetry and Painting Embrace: We Can’t Forget Claudia Schoenfeld In part 2 of the 5th anniversary celebration Victoria chatted with Claudia Schoenfeld, co-founder of the dVerse poetry community. I found it hard to choose one of Claudia’s paintings for inspiration, but finally went for the piano in the following […]

Ironing on a Wet Tuesday

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Empire of Scents This Tuesday Grace has set us the challenge of writing a poem about scents.   It’s a wet Tuesday, Rain spits at the closed window And I’m listening to the radio, Following in grandmother’s footsteps. The iron steams. Clothes, rescued from the line Are scented with […]

Summer Melodrama

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Prompt 48: Fields of June and to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #175 We crossed fields patched with scudding cloud and sun, Down lovers’ lane, edged with buttercups and dog rose. Hand in hand, we made our way as one, To a haze of purple grass in the water […]

When the Whole World Measured Time

Another response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Summer Starter I thought I’d give Walter’s prompt another go. This time I have chosen ‘Summer Solstice’ by Carrie Richards and have incorporated a line from an old poem of mine. When the whole world measured timeIn light and dark,Stonehenge was brand newLike you,My child.One drab June,When rain […]

Late Afternoon on a Norfolk Wherry

  My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meter-Made Mood–dVerse Meeting the Bar Victoria has challenged us to write a poem that illustrates how meter contributes to the mood of a poem.   His face is traced and creased by Norfolk gales, His skin tanned Van Dyke brown as wherry sails, The wherryman sits on the tiller […]

Overshadowed by David

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Chisel me a conversation   When Michelangelo First touched his chisel to my skin My invisible fingers gripped it from within, In a struggle to be released From this marble prison. Sculpting myself through his hands, I freed my legs until I could stand, Muscles in thighs and calves tensed […]