Category: Poetry
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21.10: Everywhere Poems
21.10.26 morning hedgea blackbird lifts with a twigtoo heavy for it.it drops, then gathers it again,as if the nest is forever all. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney;…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
A Day of Rest: 442 watts the old womanpegs laundryon the line. the roofdoes nothing. she looks up. rain gone.clouds thinning.washing movingin the breeze. the old womanlooks at the roof again and suspectsit is doing a biblical. a dayof rest. — from The Old Woman’s Weather All rights reserved. These stories may not be reproduced…
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19.10: dVerse Quadrille
A Man with Moonlight she hums sounds of sleep,soothes her child as she observes — behind screened windows,blotched yellowed-whiteby the moonon the gated garden wall, a manwalking in the moonlight. alone. and in her loneliness,she wonders whatthoughts and hungercross his mind. Written for dVerse Poets, a quadrille of 44-words including the word ‘screen’. Some images…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat on Time(Or: Why Clocks Are Just Decorative Anxiety) The cat sits before the mantelpiece,one paw raised toward the clockas if delivering a closing argumentin a case he has already won. “Consider,” he begins,“the clock.A round face.Two hands.Constant ticking.And for what?To tell you it’s 3:47when your stomach knowsit is now.Now, Old Woman.Now is the…
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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…
