Month: Jun 2021
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A Limerick for Fandango’s #FOWC
There once was girl who was ever so pleasantWho had a thing for a unformed lieutenantShe thought it a kissThat would lead her amissBut pregnancy? Hey, wait just a second! Do Limericks Have Titles? An attempt at a limerick for #FOWC. Fandango’s One Word Challenge. Include the word ‘pregnant’. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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In Response to Twiglet #233
It’s a Biblichor Thing Grandpa’s bookcasewith every book he ever ownedwas left to my motherwhen he died. Bevelled glass doorsand cut crystal knobsas shiny as King John’s ransom. I earned pocket moneydusting those old books,a biblichor scent giving mea pinched headache as if those books had pressedtheir fingerprints on my skull. For Twiglets #233 “Like Fingerprints” Photo by Gabriella…
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Miz Quickly’s Words
When Is a Mountain an Inch Too Short When does a gnatbecome a fly,and when does Upbecome the sky,and when does a pilebecome too high,or an unwound clockimply there’s time,or when does freedommeans goodbye,or when is knowledgenot knowing why. A mountain, a slip, a watch and a ring,a carpenter is none of these things. Miz…
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28 June 2021
We’re Lucky Fear and suspicion, death and isolation aside,lockdown was good to us, I say.You’re eating oatmeal. You nod. We had ample food on the table,our health, and money enoughto turn on the heating in June. You pause the spoonfuls to sayit was the wettest, coldest June you can rightly remember. I nod. And…
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A Gogyohka: In Dreams
A Gogyohka: In Dreams My father, who passedmany years ago,suddenly appearedin my dreamlast night. Pale hair.Certainly more of itthan I rememberhim ever having. His back to me.He was fishing.A mirror-still river,swollen to nearoverflowing. But it wasonly as deep asmy father’s ankles.His legs like pillarssplitting the water. Perhaps things aren’tas deep as we think.and I wonder:Do…
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Miz Quickly’s Colours
What Do You See I see a spill of cognac,silk and chalky grey,an astral lay andfailing light.Uncorked oak,and an open slack,warming earth, anda morning road for those of faith,a song, and a religious scent. And the remains of a day that chooses us. There’s syrup of autumn,turmeric flesh,a poem for Poe…
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On the Edge of Invisible
On the Edge of Invisible Our street is quiet, on the edge of invisible. I. A magpie’s in the tree, it vanishesinto deep summer leaves,then…
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An Apple for Miz Quickly
A Few Words About Malus Domestica ‘Discovery‘ the colour of its skin isan embarrassment’s blush.it bleeds rouge to its core. a stain straight into infinity,like some kind of forever.an unfathomable number. the bees,the moths,the maggots, they havetheir way with my apples, like bad boys who drink up,and leave without paying,staggering about on cider. but this…
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That Flash Before Your Eyes
It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward… “The Torrents of Spring” (1926)- Ernest Hemingway Life, Death, and That Flash Before Your Eyes From a pram to this hearse. This dark.To wear the dark. This simple nothingness. It’s fitting funeral weather.Weather is a funeral’s skin. Rain.Mud sucks. It’s a brute sky,and the…
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