My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night # 167 – a poem I wrote and posted last September, that kind of sums up my writing. The scratching of the pen Won’t stop It echoes through my dreams And lifts my eyelids With the urgency Of birth Ideas invade Exploding crocuses That reach out For an […]
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On first visiting Burano
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Adventures in travelling Leaning over the side Of the vaporetto Sharp spray cooling Heat pricked arms We watched the boats Sun diamonds on waves Faces in the crowd Tourists and commuters Brash and loud Inhaled the heady mingling Of expensive scent Engine oil Tang of the bay […]
Guards and peacocks
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #8 – journey/travel At sixteen, I had been on just two holidays: one with the school when I was ten, and one with a friend and her family when I was twelve, both to the Isle of Wight. So my first visit to Cologne before moving there […]
Traces of the Girl
Response to Me, Myself and I…or is it? dVerse Meeting the Bar Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her In a mirror or shop window, See traces of the girl she used to be. Critical of the gained weight, Disappearing definition, Laughter lines And silver threads in her hair. I try to love her, Feel […]
A Rare Visit
My response to dVerse poetry Pub Poetics: Listen to the Mockingbird Silvery light slipped through the blind Scratching at the edges of her mind A faded monochrome Distant dream of home In the garden a thrush trilled its morning song Another bird began to sing along A different timbre and yet the same She sat […]
The Power of Bubbles
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 3 – a quadrille in 44 words Congealed crud has set on last night’s dishes And yet, as the steaming water gushes Detergent swirls with a globule of grease Until a lava of foam is released One tiny bubble escapes and floats free A tiny transparent orb, fleeting […]
Your shoes will make you happy today
My response to #dversepoets ‘as the cookie crumbles’ Sunday morning sun pushed its way Through windows grimy with winter smears, Crooking its finger – an invitation to enjoy the day. Pulling on sturdy shoes unworn for several years, We made our way to a nearby strand. Invigorated by wind and waves, we strode In […]
The Beauty of Trees
My response to the eco poetry prompt at dVerse poets pub There is great satisfaction In watching a tree grow over a lifetime; to know That someone in the future will sit under the same tree Look up at the delicate […]
Early Hues of a New Day (a kyrielle)
At half past five, through the window,ghostly silhouette of willowcasts, shadow-black on dusty grey, the early hues of a new day. A ragged scrap of sky unfoldsin tones of purple blue and goldlike marbled paper tossed away,the early hues of a new day. The liquid taciturnityis rippled by birds’ melodyreleasing as the shadows fraythe early hues […]
Sonnet to an Old Winter Coat
They found love again like a winter coat, Collar up against the chilly weather, Enmeshed fingers pushed deep in a pocket, Facing their final season together. Wearing their coat of many colours, Woven from their last threads of emotion, They remember life as friends and lovers Without the thrill of anticipation. It began in quiet, […]
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