My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night, for which I would like to share a ‘stream of consciousness’ poem I submitted to The Poetry Society’s Members’ Poems Competition on the topic of ‘scent’, which was unsuccessful. I inhale The summer trail Of dust and flowers Where we played for hours Sniffing wild fennel studded […]
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Song of the Sailor’s Wife
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – The Music in You – in which Mish has challenged us to write our own songs. I took my salty tears And gave them to the sea When the evening tide turned It brought them back to me The ocean cried The ocean wailed The day […]
Cats and Willow
My response to dVerse Poets Pub’s Haibun Monday #15 All Things Quotidian Toni has challenged us to think about everyday occurrences and write about them in a compact, haibun of one paragraph with one haiku at the end. The haiku must be 5-7-5 or short-long-short and must be about nature, tying the everyday things all together. […]
Seal Etheree
Sleekswimmerfollowingin the boat’s waketurns and dives belowthe swell and wash of waves,leading to the spit where acolony of blubbery bulls,salty sea dogs and expectant cowsbask on a cloudy August afternoon. Frolicking in the wind-whipped foam and spray,playful pups slip In and out of waves,graceful and magical mermaidsuntil they wrestle clumsyseasick bodies ontoshale and gritty sanda […]
On Watching Three Old Drinkers
I wrote this poem over thirty five years ago when I was living in Ireland. It’s my second response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Character Study And whose are these eyes Sunk in thick-brimming liquid oblivion? And whose are these mouths, Uncontrollable rubber bands Chewing on unspoken words They spit tastelessly back in the glass? […]
Survivor
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 […]
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 […]
