Nightfall with Boats The boat swings its anchor The wind is nearly calm Mist drapes the low shore A gauzy radiant balm The river flows fast To the seam of sea and sky Embroidered with silhouettes of masts And echoes of seagull’s cries The curving sun sinks low Dusk falls upon the stream A thousand […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
The ending of the tale of the tin soldier
The Steadfast Tin Soldier Part 4 The paper boat span round Until it was full of rain But the tin soldier remained Steadfast With thoughts of the pretty dancer He hoped to see again. He plunged through the dissolving boat Into the mouth of a trout, But the steadfast tin soldier Stood erect, His rifle […]
Another poem for National Poetry day
Butterfly Ghost A ghost of a butterfly Hangs from a cobweb, Haunting my window. Chalky dust Smears Charcoal smudges, The work of an eerie artist On fragile wings of tissue, Bound in g o s s a m e r thread. Image found on Pinterest
National Poetry Day
What an amazing feeling to be listening to BBC Radio’s programme on National Poetry Day, with poems by Shakespeare, Seamus Heaney and the like, while writing and posting my own poetry. I saw the word evanescent on obtuseangleeyebrows post ‘Word of the Day’ which prompted me to write this: Evanescent A poem forms within my […]
The penultimate part of the tin soldier’s adventure
The Steadfast Tin Soldier Part 3 A drop of rain bounced Off cobbles like boulders; A raindrop exploded On the tin soldier, Then another, Until it became a downpour. Puddles formed; Water filled the gutter. Two street urchins with a boat Made of newspaper Spotted the soldier And set him afloat. Buffeted by waves The […]
Wicked Word Wednesday
I have posted my entry for Wicked Word Wednesday on runninginmyhead.com. Go there to vote for your favourite entry. Deluge Today It has done nothing But rain Again Fluctuating fluidly Between Persistent drizzle And heavy downpour Clouds Pause Pregnant with it Gutters gargle with it Inundated With watery wetness Not enough flood To build an […]
As I have a busy morning…
this is the last poem for today. Silver Birch Oldest and tallest tree in the garden Nurturing fungi at its base Surrounded by moss And wild flowers The blackened and rugged trunk Stretches up its warty limbs Shedding bark like silvery tissue To its faded yellow canopy Where woodpecker and owl Sit among its drooping […]
More of the tin soldier
The Steadfast Tin Soldier Part 2 The tin soldier wished For the paper dancer To become his paper wife, But she lived in a castle And was too refined To spend her paper life In a crowded cardboard carton. When the lid was placed over The rest of the troop Only the soldier remained; His […]
Another translation of a poem by Hesse
Dream Translation of ‘Traum’ by Hermann Hesse It is always the same dream: A red-blossoming chestnut tree, A garden, a riot of summer blooms, Behind an old house with empty rooms. ~ There, in the garden’s quiet calm My mother rocked me in her arms; Perhaps – it is so long ago – Garden, house […]
A poem from my youth
Sink In the sink, Among dirty cups and plates, The hatred of daily monotony Raises its head From the prongs of a fork. Curling itself In a stainless-steel spoon, It speaks: Women belong in the world, In the universe, Not in a cold, tiled kitchen. Free yourself From the vacuum-cleaner vacuum, Dust away the duster […]
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