Category: Twiglets
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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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for Twiglet #198
HMS Trenchant: An Error of Judgement there’s music on the deck,and Cook’s in his white overalls. he steps over cables and gears,and lights up the barbecue. all in the spirit of lockdown.and the sailors are dancing as music’s spilling from speakersas flags are warning cherry red. image: Dangerous Work at Low Tide, by Eric Ravilious, 1940…
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The Sky Holds Blue
But Not in This Life I kept hogs,grew my food,and kept the sky blue.That was another life. Process: This is a soul-destroying year. It’s brought out the worst in some people, and not enough of the good. Written for Twiglet #196 “The Sky Holds Blue” © Misky 2020 Image Flickr Commons, Royal Danish Library, by…
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for dVerse & Twiglet #193
A Fleck of Skin It was back when I couldn’tsee myself for myself. That body is long gone,its narrow shading fled, its memory swept awaylike dead flies on a windowsill, And then I’m reminded. I see myself in luke-warm sepia photos. I see myself as a fleck of skin. Me sitting, skeletal, at a table…
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An Ekphrasis Poem
Maakt Niets Uit – (It Does Not Matter) She asks me,what happens when someonesteals your face. Do I become a mirror?Am I more than pious dust,or exotic bric-a-brac? Am I a drip-tray colourto coax froman ancient alchemist’s text? This woman, she doesn’tmind that she’s made of crippled clay,that there’s a hole in her neck. It’s…
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dVerse Clowning Around
Just Cousins We packed the car so nothing would rattle,that sort of thing set Dad’s teeth on edge,and we headed for our vacation. The lake. The lake, where you and I would go to hidefrom the little ones who wanted to stickto us like ceiling paint, where you’d drink beer, and I drank grape Nehi…
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I’m a Speck on the Lake
I’m a Speck on the Lake Adrift on an inner tube that’slarge and black as a serpent’smouth, or a ship afloat on a lake,and I’m watching thunder cloudsgrowing, and blooming white. I’m a continental drift, somewherebetween heaven and its echo. for Twiglet # “Blooming White” and dVerse “Come Sail” © Misky 2020 Image WikiArt Air…
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for Twiglets #183
A Happy Poem I have theparaphernalia.the pen.the paper.the pencilwith no rubber erasure.write, I say.a happy poem.blank. paper.I look upand there you are.smiling. for Twiglets #183 We Romantics ©️ Misky 2020
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A Moment for a Haibun
I’m watching a grey squirrel who gives me an occasional cautious glance, and it’s shredding the birds table into bits, tossing pieces of wire and mesh around, and then you say, The air smells so fresh this morning, like chlorophyll — and the squirrel is hurling abuse and obscenities at the bird feeder because it’s…
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for Twiglet #177
Sing a Song Remix there, upturned on the grass, Sing a song of sixpence, rests an empty nest, A pocket full of rye, a broken speckled egg, Four and twenty blackbirds maybe a sparrow, or a wren, Baked in a pie. For Twiglet 177 Vacant Nest and Miz Q. ©️ Misky 2020
It's Still Life 