Category: dVerse
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27 July: dVerse Quadrille
Great-Great-Grandad’s Candleholder it sits there on the mantlepiecerich patina-wrapped,a bottom-weighted brass candleholder.the type used on a ship. gravity always keeps it upright,not that we make waves in the living room,but it’s a family heirloom,and we’re deep-seatedin our nautical gauge. dVerse Quadrille #156: include the word “wrap”, 44-words sans title. WikiArt Image: Shipwreck, by Ivan Aivazovsky, Original…
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19 June: dVerse Quadrille
Mis-Spellings I’m named after Mum’s childhood friend who sat on some scissors, slicing her buttocks open, and Mum was green as envy – that girl excused from school for 3-months, sitting being a for-sure impossibility, and it’s odd, how brainiest people mis-spell our name … for dVerse Poets. Quadrille (44-words) including the word spell. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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16 June: dVerse Last Words
“A certain butterfly is already on the wing.” Vladimir Nabokov. To Dwindle A butterfly leaves its past behind, flies south for winter and then dies. But its children, well on a wing return to their parents’ past. I am a butterfly, returned to empty my mother’s flat, to my mother’s spartan life of 4 plates,…
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14 June: dVerse Prosery
Prosery Thinking There are places I’ll never reach because my feet ache, and there are mornings when I see a sunrise and it feels ancient and seamless, and it saddens me to see its oxygen-rich colours bleeding across the world, and sometimes the sound of new day reminds me that I’m minus one more, and…
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9 June: No Matter Your Stones
No Matter Your Stones No one tells you that Brighton beach isn’t sand, that it’s pebbled and rolls underfoot. If wading in surf is your pleasure, well, those pebbles will batter your toes and bruise your shins. The weak ankled are easy to spot, their arms flaying the air for balance, their knees wobbling about.…
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4 June: dVerse Dissonance
Dissonant Weather the rain rainthe tick tickand pitpat off guttersgurgling anddrowning the ground withgushand swill squishas worms float intothe flash of a black bird’s beak for dVerse Poets: Dissonance in Poetry. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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24 May: A dVerse Summer Haibun
A robin’s on the fence, facing the neighbours garden, waiting for worms or bugs or both. I’m cutting chives to garnish cooked eggs. Hello there, I say as if a bird gives a tick about good manners and idle pleasantries. But to my surprise, it turns and stares at me. Its feathered breast is the…
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24 May: dVerse Corvid
A Very Unpleasant Poem I once saw a magpiesteal the eye of a lamb.Left it lame and blind,and in a fence entwined.The shepard’s dog sat watchall night that very spot.It waited for that magpie –soon in its mouth was caught. For dVerse Poets. Ingrid asks for a corvid poem. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image…
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18 May: July in Perugia
July in Perugia Shutters. Narrow balconies boundBy wrought iron and the setting sun.We’re collapsed by heat, and whenRain comes, we listen to its thrum,Me reclined and sleepless on the sofa,Like a Hollywood starlet, who’s pretendingTo seduce the heat of the evening. for dVerse Poets Quadrille “Sleep” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Perugia from Unsplash.
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18 May: dVerse Compounds
Night Light This is the eye of nightwith its slant blind moon.Light bathes the earthwith mote stars like brightbuds of broken blossoms. dVerse Compound Words: moonlight. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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