I’m still wearing my husband’s reading glasses but will be collecting a new pair of varifocals on Friday. I’ll also be getting my hair cut for a bit of air on my very hot neck – the temperature is rising! In the meantime, the image for Visual Verse Volume 9 Chapter 9 is a collaboration […]
Tag: Ekphrastic poems
Neon Days
I struggled with a poem for the April issue of Visual Verse, mainly due to my impaired eyesight after two cataract operations. I’m currently wearing reading glasses borrowed from my husband, which are the wrong prescription but do make a bit of a difference. The image in the May issue, Volume 9 Chapter 8, is […]
Reflection
The image in the March issue of Visual Verse, Volume 9 Chapter 6, is a stunning photograph by Vony Razom, which has inspired amazing writing, with only one hour to produce 50-500 ekphrastic words. I recommend reading everything, starting at page 1. My poem is on page 83 and, if you want to read it first, you […]
I Have Never Seen
The image in the March issue of Visual Verse, Volume 9 Chapter 4, is a vintage water colour by Susan Fenimore Cooper, which has inspired amazing writing from contributors, who had an hour to write 50-500 ekphrastic words. As ever, I recommend reading them all. Mine is on page 40, or, if you want to read […]
Schmetterlinge
This month, Visual Verse Volume 9 Chapter 4 gave us a bright image to cheer up the February gloom and, as usual, an hour to write 50-500 ekphrastic words inspired by a picture from Yasin Aribuga. The responses are fabulous and varied, and I recommend reading them all. Mine is on page 69, or, if you […]
Bath Time on New Year’s Eve
I love Dee Mulrooney‘s image for January’s Visual Verse Volume 9 Chapter 3, the starting point for ekphrastic writing of 50-500 words, for which we are given just one hour. I recommend reading all of the fabulous submissions, among which are familiar names. Mine is on page 73, or, if you want to read it […]
A poem in the current issue of Visual Verse
I am delighted that Visual Verse chose to include my poem on page 23 of the latest issue, Volume 9 Chapter 2. The image by Monica Silva is gorgeous, and all the pieces, prose and poetry, are fantastic. I recommend reading them all – or you can go directly to my poem ‘Horsehead‘.
Canned
I haven’t seen a Campbell’s can for decades, with its boring, old-fashioned label. When I think of all those tomatoes that were crammed inside, I wonder if they‘re out of date, whether they stink, if there’s mould on top, if they have dried out, shrunk, drained of bloody red to anaemic pink spotted with bits […]
Thinking
Mother Nature fell asleep thinkingand her thoughts became dreamsinto rich, dark soil sinking. Nothing in this world is ever as it seemsand her fantasies took root,watered by rain and underground streams. By spring, the roots had given birth to shootsthat sought the warmth of the sun,and the shoots grew and began to produce stalks and […]
Night Hawks
Tall buildings shadow pavements, squinting their windows against light that spills from an insomniac Manhattan diner. Anonymous at a timeless hour, customers sit at the cherry wood counter with dirty coffee cups and a hankering for cherry pie, sugar to take the sour edge off a night of cigarettes and alcohol. Smoky thoughts curl […]
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