Category: Poetry
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17.10: Crispina’s #108
Senryusuch slender shouldersstill they carry all the bluethe whole sky can spare Haikublue bells in the grasstoo soft for our ears to hear,they summon the rain Haikublue rain flowers ringsomewhere beyond the meadowa cloud turns for home Written for Crispina Kemp Challenge #108. As a child we called Harebells by a different name (folklore) Blue Rain…
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17.10: Stream of Consciousness
Pitch the mountains at my back, lace-up waterproof boots crunching through the ice-crust on yesterday’s snow, and the air flying white as fine gauze, the sort of weather that flattens curves and rubs out distance, where light makes no shadow and you can’t quite tell where the ground stops and the sky begins, except there…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
34 Watts rain all day. cloudsthick as wool. the old womanstands in the gardenunder her pink umbrella and looksat the roof. the old manthanks youfor the toast, she says, but he prefers jamto marmite. the roof is speechless. — from The Old Woman’s Weather All rights reserved. These stories may not be reproduced without permission.…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
The Colour of Nowhere 64% equal 95 miles says my car’s navigator.should be double that distance.plus battery drain of 7% per week the fix: recalibrate the battery, we’re told. so we drive.to nowhere.just drive — until the batteryreaches 15- 20%. after just a few miles: battery is 30%. we need to turn around and head…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
744 Watts rain sideways. cloudsdown to the chimney. not enough sunto cast a shadow. the roofremains unconvinced by a branchimpaling the lawn. the old womanlooks at the sky, seriously? — from The Old Woman’s Weather All rights reserved. These stories may not be reproduced without permission. Unauthorised use will be pursued under the Digital Millennium…
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12.10: The Liturgy
#10 Liturgy for the Memory That Lingers(for the tricks the past plays on the heart) I. The Scent That Refuses to LeaveYou open a closet door,and though the clothes are gone,given away to someone else’s life,the scent of the one who wore themstill hangs in the air like a held breath. Strawberries and cold cream.Tobacco…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
655 Watts the old womanwakes with the sun. 07.16.the roof sleepsanother hour. the old womanmakes breakfastfor the old man but the batterymakes coffee. 08.30.off grid again. 13.00.the solar appgoes roundand roundand round. nothing. the old womanstops knowingwhat the roof is doing. the roofdoes not care.it decides it does not requiresupervision. it puts milesinto her car…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and The Ants(Or: A Game of Tag with the Very Small) The cat is sprawled on the warm stone patio,one paw extended,ears forward,watching tiny black specksscurry across the surfacelike a secret on legs. “They run,” he whispers to the Old Woman,“and then they hide.And then they come back.And then they run again.It’s like…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
1.310 kWh woke to rain.the roof is under the weather. lunch: the bread’s mouldyso opened a tin. the roof made soup. bread goes in the caddywith the fish bonesand the orange peel. compost. a squirrel is digging a holein the lawn.hiding somethingit will never find again. 3pm: the roof washed the dishesand dried them, too.…
