Venice A labyrinth of watery lanes Bridges and sighs Music and colour Under cloudless skies The sacred peace Of a sudden piazzale Pigeons and the clanking bell Of St Mark’s Campanile The echo of gondoliers As they round a bend A romantic cliché On the Adriatic sea
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
Kiss in the Dark
After reading Esther Newton’s post about the Stephen King ‘Bazaar of Bad Dreams’ competition, I wrote the following poem. Kiss in the Dark Night is clad in velvet Sleep has masked your eyes The ticking clock is fading To mark the day’s demise Your leaden limbs are sinking Into the bed’s embrace When you feel […]
Nighthogs
The security light is triggered As a pair of hedgehogs – Not yet a prickle – Amble through the long grass In the silvery white noise of night Grunting and snuffling Sniffing out worms and slugs Beetles and earwigs Berries and roots Roll up tight Spines out At the hoot And swoop Of an owl […]
Floating
From behind the romantic gauze Created by patriarchy The courtesan’s eyes tell all Wrapped like a gift A beautiful ikebana bloom Armed with only a fan To hide her pain The inscrutable face As formal as the teahouse A world floating On the tide of pleasure Between desire and suffering Manipulation and art Image found […]
I recently read an article about the continuing torture of bears…
which prompted me to write this poem. Dancing Bear The cub was snared By poachers No one cared When he was beaten No one was there to shout When they filed down his claws And smashed his teeth out Imagine the pain When they burned holes For a ring and chain Through his lips and […]
Footprints in the Snow
Guilt whispers From the depth of shadows Innocence sings From light behind clouds Not everything is black and white But whose coal-black footprints Will I follow in the winter snow? Image found on techno-equinox.deviantart.com
Planting Tulips in November
A late spring delight, The turban-shaped flowers, Bold and bright, Enfold memories of Holland; A single vibrant bloom In a vase, in a room, Summons up a multitude In a foreign field. In the garden, you stand, Dull, dry onions in your hand: Precious jewels Wrapped in brown paper. You push them deep Into the […]
Fog
Morning is wrapped in a shroud The sky overflows with cloud Spilling silent spectres And diluting the sun Colour has been washed out The day has been wrung out Leaving foggy ghosts Limp as washing on a line
This was inspired by one of the photos I took on my walk the other week
Final Resting Place Colourful colonies of lichen Abundant tiny beads Grow peacefully A quiet living crust Covers cold stone On a cold grave Obliterating names and dates Mummifying memories Celebrating death and decay
Another oddquain
(a short poem with seventeen syllables in five lines: 1, 3, 5, 7, 1) Stinging Nettle Green Abundant The stinging nettle Fibre medicine and food Green
writing in north norfolk 