Nursemaid

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #116 “July 4th, 2016” With her apron full of starch, Shiny walnut skin, Plucked eyebrows over-arched, The protean nursemaid Probes with her proboscis Into ears and hair, Hoping to find something Trampling there, Some mini-beast To lure into her lair.   She is no wallflower, With her staccato voice And […]

And is there news?

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Flash 55 PLUS! Where the challenge is to write a piece of poetry or prose in precisely 55 WORDS. The PLUS! is an invitation to reflect on the Battle of the Somme.   They staggered across no-man’s land, Tattered remnants Returning to mud-filled trenches After shifting and ducking bullets […]

Grumbling in the Queue

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – How To … – July 2, 2016   No frenetic rush To board a train, plane or bus, Buy a stamp or pay for tea; Just form an orderly queue, please, Where the British stereotype Is happiest to gripe About the wait, queue-jumpers and the weather, […]

A Walk In the Wild Garden

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weeds in the Garden   Since spring, blackbirds have been singing At dawn and dusk, squabbling and serenading; Exhausted now, the garden is quite still, Except for occasional echoes of a silvery trill. Underfoot the earth is soaked, In my garden trees and shrubs are cloaked With […]

Resisting the Devil

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver Prompt #74: June 30 2016: Word Associations For the Tale Weaver prompt for this Thursday we are exploring the concept/idea of word associations with ‘BLACK MAGIC WOMAN’. I took words from Peter Green’s lyrics to create a spell to resist the devil.   The devil’s blind, he cannot see […]

Midsummer Madness

  My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #115 “June 27th, 2016”   The familiar traveller Occupied a corner In the shadow of the ancient stones And watched the midsummer madness: The casting of bones, Tiresome debauchery And the drinking Of sediments of cheap wine. Smashing the defaced phallus, The rakefire took his leave And set off […]

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 […]