My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Character Study At just eighteen He was a survivor Of the Boer War And then, at thirty, The Great War, A Colour-Sergeant Major And one-time member, Scarlet dress-coat And bear-skin wearer Of the Queen’s Guard. Returning home from France, Away from the thunder Of guns that blew […]
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Shadows of Green
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 9 – green Emerald light Filtered through foliage Transmutes into shadows of green, A mute cocoon of verdant solitude, A shroud unseen. Words are leaves that fly, Animated by breath of breeze To stop mouths and ears of passers-by, Who don’t see The poet under the tree. […]
Exploring Rodin
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Open a new door with me Paris a sunny day we strolled hand in hand to the Musée Rodin passed through doors to explore marble skin and burnished bronze bones bathed in dust speckled bars of light wandered into a garden of statues planted among shrubs and flowers […]
Echoes of an Autumn Walk
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #112 and dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday Raindrops from a recent shower release a pungent whiff of mulch from the litter of autumn in various states of decay. In dry patches, below a dense lattice of branches, rusty skeletons crunch underfoot and beetles scuttle, while my boots slip […]
Thundering Atlantic
Another Golden Shovel poem, with opening lines from Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘North’. You and I have finally returned. We found our way back to roots and branches of a family tree, long buried in a small churchyard near a strand in the wave-hammered storm-swept curve and wind-whispering embrace of a west coast bay. We […]
Digging for poems
My response to dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Golden Shovel Form Above, below and in between I trace familiar features with my Fumbling, feathery finger. Up, down, under and Over, I feel well-worn skin with my Tentative thumb Memorising the Tensions before I squat Over the ink pot, filling a pen That rarely rests Knowing […]
Distance
My response to dVerse Poetics – Sentiments of the Southwest Living on this small, waterlogged island, thousands of miles from America’s Southwest, North Norfolk skies are expansive and wide, dramatic skyscapes painted in colours of storms and summertime. I try to picture abundant rolling hills while standing on flatland – no prairies but fields of […]
Skipping
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – 8 I can’t believe I just sat down with a bowl of fruit and yogurt and wrote this in one go – in exactly 44 words! I can still feel the thrill of running in my friends turning at both ends me jumping in time to their […]
Ode to a Lone Ranger
Another (not so) ‘secret admirer’ poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Feel free to read, Said the batman blogger, Adjusting his mask. I’ll tell you of Cohen and The Beatles And Seattle sofa surfing. I’ll sculpt you a poem About the ascension of larks […]
Poetic Panhandler
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – secret admirers For this week’s poetics Abhra wants us to write about a dVerse poet or another poet we know: about their writing style, about their uniqueness and how we connect to their words. We can pick a poem of the poet of our choice and write a response to it. […]
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