Category: dVerse
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27 Sept: dVerse September Song
September’s Song Summer’s deathbed; here comes autumn. It’s an old woman’s bed, where the air yawns wide as ancient oak and its crisp leaves untether, glowing in clingy vicious colours. The soil smells of wet dog, and the forest drips of dew that smells of liniment. Tomato vines hang greyish limp and weary. Pickles sink […]
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7 Sept: dVerse Labour
Roofers Dance With Ladders Roofers are built for it – short, compact, muscular. Can you fix it, I ask. Roofers know the sky isn’t blue. Roofers know samurai steel when they twist into the wind. Roofers tango with loose tiles. Roofers dance with ladders. Yes, he says. Easily. dVerse Poets: A quadrille (44 words, sans title) […]
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2 September: dVerse Choices
Is It Music or Poetry Musicstirs, formless,a conscious work,like words, vivid fluteor poetic arrow hitting itsmark. for dVerse Poets, “Choices”. Playing with a new form. It needs a name, but for now I’ll call it 4-Square (16 words: 1.2.3.4.5.1) ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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30 August: dVerse Shelter
Storms in a Teacup There was all that thunder, it left the air tight as a strange brew of poison. I pour ginger tea in a shallow cup, my head is not mine, it thumps, and I open the window. Lilac-coolness fills morning’s voice with construction down the street and the rhythm of a lawn […]
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28 August: Inside a Dream
A Spark Byfreezing tempest,passion storms. Blazingat beginnings, middles, ends.Its embrace will see usblossoming. For dVerse Poets, an elevenie-acrostic-type poem, each line starting with the words from the phrase “by freezing passion at its blossoming” from Neil Carpathios’s The Kiss. Image is from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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24 Aug: dVerse Scents
The Scent … of Mum’s best table linen,the long runners, and napkinsstored in Grandma’s rosewood chest,pressed to a razor-edge whilst damp,fouled by the scent of naphthalene,yes, quite toxic, and lavender,not toxic but sickly, and very possiblythose non-drip Christmas candlesthat melted while Mum and Dad argued over whether the turkeywas thoroughly cooked or not.There was always […]
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23 August: dVerse Quadrille
That In-between Time It’s early morning,half-light dark,those minutes before dawn rises, when the sky hangs lowand shortsighted.Blue heron colour.Starless. Washedentirely empty by a shockof overnight rain –perfection, how rain cleans air. Clears drought from your laststill pervasive thought. for Twiglets “the sky leans” and dVerse Quadrille “morning”. Photo by Sebastian Molina fotografía on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on […]
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18 August: dVerse Elements
The Elements I. Earth earthflung itswind at twistedbare trees. they creakedunder the bone bleached whitemoon. II. Water riserippling floodsand set sailon summer-heavy tides whilefires burnt the edge ofsleep. III. Fire lightningdoes dance,like high kickingskirt swirling puppets, theirwooden shoes raucous with Thor’sthunder. IV. Air wind,that gallopingdance that ranwith summer, singing choruseswith tolling bells, a billowingroar. Written […]
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13 August: An Octelle
Waiting for the Words to Come It will come, what I want to say.Paper. Pen. Held a certain way.Inspired by that full moonWhose light fills an empty room.Those amber and scarlet leaves.Creek. River. Or ocean breeze.It will come, what I want to say.Paper. Pen. Held a certain way. for dVerse Poets: Poetry Form Octelle. The syllable […]
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4 August: For the Petite Pen
It’s Just After Dawn When a person can be overwhelmedby the shine and glimmer of it all. The sea.The bluff.Seagulls and terns.Thistles and grass. A blue-veined smear of waterrounds on the middle deep, daybreak lifting and lighteningthe water, cliffs scrawled by wind. And on the ridge above the beachnext to August-hardened dirt road, brambles tumbled […]
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