Clover in the Heat I leaned for a weed yesterday, pulled it, and my feet escaped. I wobbled, and nearly collapsed. It’s the heat. It’s been hot. Everything took a spin, curiously quilt-ish, grain-ish and splintered. There was a crow on the bird table, and for a moment I thought it was a black rabbit. … Continue reading Wordle 206 – Clover in the Heat
Hotdogs with Everything I did New York in July 1996. Rode the subway in from Jersey, then sat on the steps of the library. Ate a hotdog, and fed small birds crumb bits of bun. It’s not a hotdog when there’s no weiner stuck in. Saw this and that, street concerts, and I walked the … Continue reading Phoenix Days 5: Times Square
Written for PA “Dead”
2. A Raven’s Tale Ravens hold the Tower’s peace, so their onyxed wings are kept from flight, held from heaven and bound to earth. ‘ Would cause its fall, it’s said, so their wings are clipped to cease escape, should the ravens take to sky, the Tower’s stones’d all come down. written for … Continue reading Phoenix Days 2: A Raven’s Tale
1 Aimless Thoughts for a Wandering Walk Calm is the sea. The air. My heart. Stars will kiss waves to sleep tonight, but for now I walk with my thoughts, sing in step with joys and pleasures, and walk hills, over and, by and by, I trod through my living days. written for Day … Continue reading Phoenix Days 1: Aimless Thoughts for a Wandering Walk
Those Malicious Stars I am just another child. Crying, dribbling, feeble. Shrieking and cutting teeth. I’m chicken-poxed, rosy- rashed, and whooping-coughed. Just another damaged child born under malicious stars, and stowed as dunnage. So I sit on my naughty stair, my ugly step, watching. Learning… written for AprilPAD Day 12: “Damaged”. Published by … Continue reading Those Malicious Stars
A Night Growl Night is a ravenous growl – swallowing up light, gorging on moonbeams and stars struck against black. Those dark hours are a tight twist of stars – one by one, falling into dawn’s thin horizon. And night growls at the sun’s gnawing rise. This is a reworked version of a poem from 27 June “Strung Against Black. Tweakage: changed verb … Continue reading Miz Quickly Wants Cookies
A Summer Sharp Shower The wind rushed at us through the pines as if it were March, the dry creek rising ankle deep and picking up everything with the greediest of intent. Branches snagging against rocks, leaves held back by a discarded tyre, plastic bags freed from the bottom silt, and the month of June … Continue reading Miz Quickly’s Either Or
I am so not happy with this one. It reminds me of an ice cream cone with too many sprinkles on it. Strung Against Black Night was a ravenous growl, swallowing up gulps of light. Each crystal- line moonbeam was a pearl strung against black, and night grew deep into a twist of glazed stars. … Continue reading Off-Piste with Miz Quickly
Just Before the Weather Changes Everything Goes a Bit Nuts I. The sea rushes the trees, a wind in waves of floating leaves, and a squirrel races across the lawn. Stops. Freezes. Simon says. II. This long sky is full of summer. Like rock roses blooming in hedges, white and soft. Fragrant as Sahara heat. … Continue reading Just Before the Weather Changes Everything Goes a Bit Nuts
Revealed I stood by the waves, they stooped white with foam, their crest flecking midday sun, stars of cool sea caught on breeze, and not a cloud specked the sky, not a gull, nor sail blown. The day shimmered brighter than song as I stood there, nature all around. Diamond blaze in this dim world, … Continue reading 72 Minutes for Miz Quickly
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Those Backstreets it was like those rambling narratives, those adventures in blackened air with episodic backstreets to corrupt. the nights nefariously unfolding on to the streets. those sooty accounts of nightlife thick as a potter’s hand – so nocturnal picaresque that enclaves turned fluid as gender on a…
written for Margo Roby’s Dream Prompt Image is (CC-0, Digital Internet Library), from Punch Magazine. No known copyright or restrictions.
Written for Miz Quickly’s prompt Cheap Thrills: create 10 poem titles. Night Of Rest Susceptible Supper-time Intervals White Round Stones A Long Breath The Last Silence It Crept Little Shrills Lunch in a Record Shop I also had Extinguished, Steeples and Minarets, A Possible Imagination, Too Fine a Point, Lunch in a Record Shop, … Continue reading Ten for Miz Quickly on a Tuesday
Rock Bottom These supermarkets selling more than food – what price these aisles that I wander, here where I am lost as dust looking for somewhere to settle. Browsing cut-price books and below rock-bottom- price music, here and there, and everywhere offers tucked between magazines and leeks and eggs and spongie bread. And when Taylor … Continue reading Miz Quickly’s What Am I Doing Here?
Notes: 1. My line is: This wind is living bound. 2. This turned out surprisingly well. I think I deserve a cup of tea and a biccie in reward. 3. The foot-prints are for my Molly, who isn’t feeling well today. written for Miz Quickly’s extremely clever prompts 1) Your line is line #1 of … Continue reading For That Extremely Clever Miz Quickly
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written for Miz Quickly This one needs a lot of tweaking; not happy with it – a bit too singsongy for my liking also, but thought I’d should get it down in print before I lost my thoughts.
A Pair of Opposites That girl, she was a leaning purr. Displayed herself as bright foil shines. Or like a grassy rooted rainbow. And that guy beside her, he was a crow. Caught. In a trap. They posed and reaffirmed – opposites attract. written for Miz Q’s Word prompt
Here are two version of the same poem. Linebreaks make all the difference. That Green Door I once dreamt of light, a brightness of colours that drew me tight, there, tucked into starkest white – there, a wall that held a door. And I passed through it and its glowing green, green that whispered lime … Continue reading Miz Quickly’s Door No. 1
Last week I was on holiday in the Cotswolds. Here’s my attempt at the beauty of the area.
The Dinner Party The wine spoke for itself — like those boats sucking up rough bottom sediment, yet remaining dry as a beach on some atoll reef. … and she’d switched to ice water an hour ago, her head floaty and squiffy, and those ice cubes clinking morse-code in the glass, searching for a Titanic … Continue reading Miz Quickly Add “Those Boats”
Squiffed the wine spoke for itself, rough bottom sediment like a beach on some atoll reef, and she’d switched to sipping water, after her head went all squiffy, ice cubes clinking morse-code, searching for its Titanic. But mostly she tugged at that dry cuticle, painful as a pin-prick in her thumb, and the whole time … Continue reading Squiffed with Miz Quickly
Crow Wishes Crow on the fence, thick rain on the roll, a bit of scrolling weather and a shake wet flick. Sing I wish I may, I wish I might…. That crow, lean as licked bright sodden black, sat there in a chant, Sing Wish the wish I wish tonight…. Crow on the fence, slickened … Continue reading A Nightmare for Margo