Category: ekphrastic
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For VV December Vol 9 Chapter 2
Visual Verse: December 2021 A Stone Horse This horse wants to sink its feetin the ground, scratch its rumpagainst the sky, and fill itsvacant hours with memories of meadows, scented hay andsweet green grass. A dusty roadto run and run on, and to gallopover the juices of earth, and to never return from where it…
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Two In An Inkblot
Two In An Inkblot These twoBornto play oneoff the otherOne orthe other isalways in favourThey wantto lovebut they’refilled with want Written for kHartless Ink Blot, image from Rorschach’s Inkblots on Getty Images. ps: Should be 50-words. It’s not.
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dVerse An Ekphrastic Poem
Walking In The Shoes of Blackberrying It’s the 3rd stanza of Blackberrying.That last hedgerow is behind her,a milk bottle filled with blackberries, and the bite of sea air funnelsa phantom laundry wind thatslaps her face. Terns and gulls hook at the air,and salt marsh sheep scatterlike chalky clouds on green hills. She walks along a…
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For VV’s Vol. 09 Chapter 01
The Knock They’ve learned there’s value in silence, preserving their words for their own ears. A mother. Her girl. Standing in a quiet that possesses the room, except for the snap of flames that live in the logs. A branch that settles, and sparks, and shifts in the iron grate. Firelight deepens the inexact shadows…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 5 “Illustration”
A Vision I watched her standing there,my eyes only seeingher shattered edges glisten. for Miz Quickly’s Day 5 “Illustration” Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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For Poetic Bloomings Edward Hopper Prompt
A Voyeur’s Glimpse of a Room in New York She rests her finger on a key. G Flat. Admires the Red No. 1 on her nails,and then presses the key. Softly.A single note shivers across the room. She pauses as if some great thoughtpasses her mind, but there isn’t one.And it didn’t. Her thoughts are…
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October’s VV Image Prompt
A Spare Key I am eight. I’m very grown up.I have my own front door key.Happy birthday, my mum said. Keys are power. Keys hangingheavy on chains, swinginglong from my father’s belt.Keys worn like puzzles, jewellery,like a thinly bared brass finger. No more scratching aroundlike a dog pawing a lost bone,or searching dark secret spotsunder…
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The Imprint of Northleach Church
The Imprint of Northleach Church It seems to methe weight of years,your deedsyour tears arepressed against your back. Do they stillpress?Do you stillbend to the will of worms? By day, your shadow is yourcover, and by nightlights are lit, andyour shadow hovers. Do you hear ourlaughter,footsteps,lover’s whispersas you wait for God’s return, that promise ofa…
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6 September 2021: Secret
Tell Me a Secret This dayis attached to nothing, and it unleashes the nightlike dark hair. My hair was dark once,long ago, when branches were winterand secrets were shadows. Tell me a secret.I need something to keep. Photo by Nick Nice on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Strike
Lightning Strike It speaks.A voicein the near distance. A sudden visitation oflightning thatvanishes. A flashlike a wanderingthought. It breaks the air. Such are itslibertine ways. And it roars like a lion,then a heartbeat, low and warm. Image is from Unsplash (via their iPhone app). Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky…
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