Category: Miz Q
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Reflections on a Corner
A Stream of Consciousness – Reflections on a Corner Dad said, the piano goes in the basement. It was the noise – the rhythmic low notes banging like enemy fire against the bulkhead. We were kids; mum explained it was to do with the war. What war, we asked. We were kids –…
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Miz Quickly’s 17 December: Pretend
Just Pretending to Write It’s cold enough to snow,but there’s not a cloud in the sky.It’s like trying to find your own poetic voice – you can writeon almost anything, but youcan’t pretend you have a pen. Written for For Miz Quickly’s “Pretend” prompt. © Misky 2021, shared with #apoemaday on Twitter. Photo by Julia Joppien on Unsplash
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Miz Quickly’s 16 December: More Titles
Winter Sunrise Climbing on a Warm Fragrance I rise to the smell of coffee,and pull back the curtains. It’s a sight I’ve known since I was young,that thin winter light of dawn’s sunrise. Every day it improvises. Mist muzzled into the forest roots.Clouds with a rhythm…
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Miz Quickly’s 16 December: Love Poems Suck Lemons
A Love Poem Isn’t About feeling someone else’stongue in your mouth, or a quick around a bitof curvaceousness, or a rising desire or evensomeone’s fumey breath, but perhaps it’s aboutthe scent of rose water, or the memory of a day that linger like a first kiss, or waltzes, in-step withperfumed air, milky skin, mint ice…
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Miz Quickly’s 16 December: Two Titled Pieces
I.Anatomy of a Wave – On Crests of a Buoyant Hand Take yourself to the water’s edge,watch a wave bend and swell.Hear the bubbles and fizz, subtleand shining like mossy green. That curl of an uncertain geometry floating into a mindless fall,into the shape of hard steel bliss,into those cool silver-ish tones.…
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Miz Quickly’s 13 December: Light
And There Was Light I.On a Limb December’s grey,an unchanging backgroundagainst spinning shapesthat cling to the wall –reflections off CDstied to the neighbour’s cherry tree. A magpie settles on a limb,pecks at the disc,this ghost of a winter leaf,and waits forsomething to happen. II.In A Moment I am sipping coffee that’s gone coldwhilst…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 December 2021
All The Dragons Are Slain It’s a small view, a leaded window on sloped roofs heavy with snow, and there’s a lightness of white filling the room. He’s ashen cold, the same as yesterday, winter on winter dipping deeper into blankets. Our poet, he’ll not fight the world today, his walking stick idles against the…
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Miz Quickly’s Familiar Elements
A Rolling Fog Fog arrivedand split the air,the light,on cue as if by water wrungand spunby Freyr’s ownfloundering hand. It clungto lamp postscold as rust, andlicked the pavementwith swamp water. And we wondered how somethingas light as fog could carry water. Written for Miz Quickly’s 8 December Familiar Alchemical Elements Image: Venice with image filters, original photo…
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dVerse Poetics and Miz Quickly’s Alchemical Elements
British Military Campaign Desk From Burma In threes. Top. 2 side units. Open straight through.Officer’s desk. Heavy as God’s infinite wisdom. Every desk has a lock. Not every lock has a key.Locks. Picked. Opened. Old wood and camphor. A list of names. In sequence. Letters in a drawer.Written in a place too hot. Air disguised…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 7: Part 2 – The Scent of a Place ✓
Those Wild Poppies … In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick! Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. You scorn shadows from shafts of wheat, scornthe corn and its rigid rod.You bend and…
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