Category: Poetic Bloomings
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for PB Day 2
A Sonnet to a Lemon Drop It’s like this, I said, you know when you walk through Lynch Gate at St Nicholas’s church, with the old yew tree leaning toward you, and every parishioner for a 1,000 years is buried underfoot, and tombstones lean just like that yew tree, and you open those church doors, heavy…
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PB Day 1
A Spectre Mum was the space between fragile and forever, between fierce and a cheek-swept kiss. There was once a memory with her name, a spectre now. I heard it once, it tugged at my sleep, and then scattered off my fingertips when I woke. If I forget will you forgive me? I passed a shop window today. My world’s closed, windows soaped…
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I Deserve a …
I Deserve … … a bit of magic. Lemonade with ice cubes diamond-clear. Its liquid sparkling like moonlight in a tumbler so cold that the glass sheds crystal tears on its surface. I deserve to be a great river that’s joined at the hip to earth, and daylight shall render me into a wandering shadow.…
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Twiglet #175
A 20.20 View of 1349 Autumn rain. Winter rain. April dry. The sheep suffer with the rot again. May drier still. Nothing will be ploughed. Crops fail, and moss hangs bare as lanky hair. Our deep discontent. The plague’s arrived. for Twiglet #175: It Hangs Bare and PB Internal Rhyme ©️ Misky…
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AprPAD: Day 24
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616272742202884096/found-at-24-april/embed for Napowrimo Day 24: fruit This was supposed to be about fruit. It took off in a direction that I hadn’t intended. Sometimes, reality just refuses to be prompted. Being a Rat Chatcher is an Honourable Profession The poncy Bichon next door has decided to be a dog again. For a while there, it…
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AprPAD: Day 22
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616105787445723136/found-on-22-april/embed for PA Quirky Eye Eye That left eye that droops a little bit more every year, the one with the spotty centre vision. Damn is the definition. for Napowrimo Day 22: Use an idiom Les carottes sont cuites! (The Carrots Are Cooked) Those winter months, always a surprise. How light scatters through the…
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AprPAD: Day 11
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615093797005787136/found-on-11-april/embed Found source: “Jurassic Park” by Michael Crichton, Arrow Books, Random House, copyright 1991. Images from the Japanese Edu Period 1600-1890. No CC00 restrictions. Because She’s the Sweetest Woman because I didn’t know that Hortensia was a Hydrangea, and didn’t know that it meant You Are Cold, and I’m sure that your…
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AprPAD: Day 9
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614919941177720832/found-9-april/embed Lock-Down Lately, I spend too much time standing at the window looking out at a static view. I hear myself breathe. I hear wind. I hear birds. The postman wore blue latex gloves today. Passed us by. No mail. No cautious fingers to prod envelopes open. I heard on the radio that people…
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AprPAD: Day 7
Today I Shall… learn to breathe. breathe into my bowels, and exhale like an aria breeze off the sea cliffs. I shall learn to heave and breathe as if feral, breathe as if tracking a rotting-brachish scent. and when this virus has left us, I shall, with luck, and god willing, breathe for all those…
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AprPAD: 6 April
The Poeming: Day 6 https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614640511245041664/found-on-6-april/embed I. Sun Trap down there in the lower third, where the purple-brown grapes grow, and the March wind flows like a river, down there where four leaf clover always grow, and grey squirrels hide acorns between the strawberry plants is a sun trap that denies a winter day its chill.…
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