Category: Prompts
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With a Proverbial Grain
The Prose of Romance with Miz Quickly I think Mum secretly wanted to travel, but since she didn’t know how to drive, she had to go where dad wanted to go, and usually, that was fishing, however, Mum dedicated Saturdays to the public library, and she always brought home a few books about travel, which…
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for Poets United
The Look I rememberit was the season of acornsand blow-sideways long-winded cloudsand tidal nights,and the weather was a serpentthat God had createdfor poets to muse over, like they do about a proper English summer, or a cast iron cooking pot preferred by cannibals in New Guinea, …
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dVerse Jisei Poems
Four Japanese Jisei Poems I.my wishful lookyou have buried, lock and keyin this folly home of neglect and blame,fortune, you are thrown II.winter finds its return,spurn this gold and gilt,into damp cobwebs spun III.leaves, prey of the worm,nature neitherrich nor poor,but proudis the creature living IV.her red veil hairand green eye squinta devotion ofdistintested warmthher…
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For Twiglet #199 & Red Wolf Prompt
This Time The light through the windowis spun in the beech tree.In the mirror.Across the floor.Breathes in curves along white walls.Cleaves to each cold-ash hourof your grandmother’s clock –its hands stopped years agoat ten past five – not rewound.Its brassy age-cured chimeas noisy as clashing colours. for Red Wolf Prompt and Twiglet #199. Image from…
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What Am I?
Playing with Weekly Prompts, Weekend Challenge “What Am I?” today. Can you guess what this is? Click here to reveal the complete photo. To join in, pop over to “Weekly Prompts” at https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/07/18/weekend-challenge-what-am-i/
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2 May 2020
Only Its Moment Remains April. Is gone. It’s a yellow mask, lemon scented and pressed deep into me like a salty hook pulling me back to the sea, or yellow painted sunlight streaming in leaves of newly-born green — like bicycle spokes. Yellow that cuts through darkness, or wades in cold water biting my thighs.…
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A Poem after a line by Anne Sexton
Inspired by a line from Anne Sexton’s poem “Wanting to Die” – “The black room took us like a cave” Saturday Matinee at the Odeon The black room took us like a cave as we felt our way along the aisle. A woman swept the floor, back and forth with her flashlight. Our tickets: Row…
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for Poets United
On the Road Again A piece of gravel wedged deep in the tyre, a rhythmic percussion, clip-clop-and-clicking on the road as I drove into twilight’s warmth. The sky filled with blood-colour amaryllis sunset, and I could only think — “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight”. ©️ Misky 2010-2020. It’s been a very…
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for Red Wolf Poems #427
Too Easy, Far Gone Do you remember when we were breezy? We laughed like birdsong. Adieu, you said, like wind that slips through windows. Where is your breeze now? Too easy, far gone. Do you remember when we were harmony? A two-part chorus. Cold burns my ears. You still burn my heart. Do you remember…
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Three Thoughts on a Saturday Afternoon
Three Thoughts on a Saturday Afternoon I. As seen from Those folds and rolls Of clouds that skate The sky, a slate puzzle Fitted and tucked Jigged and jointed Like words strung Into long sentences Into a bridge from This horizon to where, I am your audience. [inspired by dVerse “Solstice Couplets” and…
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