Category: Poetic Forms
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17 Aug: Almost Always
Almost Always It’s autumn. Farmers move bales of hay on the county lanes, and almost always a bale falls free, unravels, dusty debris in the air, catching on brambles, thistles, and twiggy rib-caged hedgerows… and as it happens, you’ll regret not taking the motorway with its thick-as-bees morning traffic, because now you’re stuck behind a…
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15 Aug: Prose #FFFC
Another Song A passer-by offers confetti cubes of stale bread, casually thrown into the thicket of wings, and the air is trampled. What does it mean, all that hysterical noise that shakes the air, those elbow wings cutting sunlight, and enfolding space. Birdsong echoes against the clouds. Shrieks that cling as if by claw. Its…
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15 Aug: Short Verses from the Garden
Cat’ssat inthe shady laurelwatching birds perched stillas nails on the drybirdbath. Poem form: Elevenie. Photo by Sparks Johnson on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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14 Aug: Short Verses from the Garden
Drought.I betyou never thoughtsuch a blue skywould send your eyeing moodplunging. Image: my own from the garden. Poem form: Elevenie or Elfchen. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #micro-poetry on Twitter
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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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7 August: A Cadralor Poem
Thrown: A Cadralor Poem It all started because we werethrowing snowballs into hell. What were the chances thatwe’d actually break a window. We pitched pennies at the wallin the coat room. My coat was red. Mum knitted my mittens. Also red.She stitched them to my coat sleeves. Why can’t girls throw like boys –Are their…
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7 August: A Sailing Tanka
A Sinking Star Me and this sea realm,and a fickle wind sneezingagainst the sailslike the Hesperus intofistfuls of dark inked water A tanka 31-syllables (5.7.5.7.7). Written for Poetic Bloomings “sailing”. Image from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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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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20 June: A contrapuntal poem
In This Moment a breeze tempersthe heat pulsing off brick poppy petalspaper thin – disengage flutterfalland fail in the heat a bumblebee’s lastchance before hot rainthunders down Spain arriveson the wind and fillsthe open windows A contrapuntal poem. More info is available at MasterClasses. Image from WikiArt Poppy Fields by Claude Money Date 1885, ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting…
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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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