Category: Poetry
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A Prompt That Started with a Squiggle on Paper
The Dog Behind the Chain Link Fence is poked with a broomstickand teased by maddeningshoes that escape its bite.people, both large and smallpassing as hours go or don’t go.it’s sat on a wet patch of ground,chained to a fence, and pacinglike a tilting stroke. the dogbehind the chain link fence isgrowling at the earth alongwith…
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Miz Quickly’s 15 August
Summertime 1969 We just called her Janis. She wasrough water, and she made everysummertime after I heard her raspingbirdsong voice a return to my youth. She had a course edge that on a turnwent drowsy and flushed, rock andrhyme. It made us stoney and wildas an angel’s trumpet, or a breath of disorderly air. Notes…
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Miz Quickly’s 14 August
Always Look on the Bright Side of a Hill I’ve never been able to walk up this hillwithout pausing midway to catch my breath. He knows that at roughly the same spot I’ll stop and pretend to look at some weed with its blossom hinged off toward sunlightas he waits for me to wheeze in its…
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for Twiglet #239
Corners of Thirst Thirst is a sand-drift,but when quenched,it’s as satisfied as a housewifewho’s spent her days at homewith a bowl of salted crispsand a glass of dry sherry. for Twiglets #239 “Corners of Thirst“. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Miz Quickly’s 13 August “Empty”
The Dragonfly and The Blackbird Dragonfly so fragile, lands. Dainty as evening bells, or night bees in the lavender.Electric sheen that vibrates, and then, an eye locks sight. It’s such a small red dot. Eyes, wings, black, and riotous air. Tender kiss, snatch and catch. And gone. The air’s much emptier for its loss. Sorrowfully empty as a floating mote.…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 August: Take 2
The Rise of the River Arun The water just kept risingThe water racing to the seaThe sea, a sprawling brimThe sea, a solitude’s realmA realm of whip-quick wavesA realm of oar and strokeStroke across this surging waterStroke it like a scimitarScimitar of a lion’s clawScimitar to slice the deepDeep into its primal judderDeep into its…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 August
Penumbra The night is full of its own.The night creeps. Sleeps.The night is colour blind.It’s transfixed like a piece of wood.It’s an echo. It dreams.It’s death. Birth. It’s a blur.The night is for promises.The night sips sacred nectar.The night is its own penumbra. Written for Miz Quickly’s 12 August Repetition & Change prompt. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc…
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11 August: One Line on Wednesday
Mum said I was born on a Wednesday, although she doesn’t remember any of it; she was given some sledge hammer sedative, and says she pities women who have to stay awake through all that. Written for One Liner Wednesday . Image is from Unsplash. #1LinerWeds Shared with #APoemADay #1LinerWeds on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Miz Quickly’s 11 August
Home Is Where You Are, Not Where You Were Home, butno one’s here.Radio’s on, makingnoise like a paint distorted day.We were a busy array back when. All that entering andexiting through the door.Just for a while.Just for forever. Racingin and out of our own tapestry. Where are those wordswe pushed aside.It’s a madness of time,and…
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Miz Quickly’s 10th August
Take a Walk in a Woman’s Shoes My feet protest,these shoes they detest. I’d described it as having a wounded second skin, invisible damage, but getting through the day with a smile. You can pretend to be meanwith keys tight betweenyour fingers. Ready to cut…
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