Category: Visual Verse
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6 September: Submitted for VV’s Last Issue
Transitions Sleep. Sleep your deep wintery sleep,and when you wake, you’ll be a bright little star. Children will think you can grant their wishes.Twinkle twinkle little star, they’ll sing. Or maybe you’ll return as some tiny pink godfrom whom new civilisations will descend. Are you here, or are you gone – have youfledged with time,…
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29 August: Published by Visual Verse
Much To My Unsuppressed Delight Sunday was with Granny. Grandpa lived there too,but he was as dependable as weather, a shiftless man, claimed Granny, but I liked him,and I adored the white rabbits that lived in old apple crates with chickenwire doors.I fed them carrots straight from the garden while Granny had one stewing with…
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10 August: Announcement
I am delighted to announce the publication of one of my poems by Visual Verse Anthology. For many years, they have supported my work, and I’m very appreciative. The poem is available to read at their website: To My Utter Unsuppressed Delight I’ll post the poem here later in the month. Some artwork is created…
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6 May: For VV May Anthology Prompt
An Ekphrastic Poem based on John Everett Millais’s painting “The Blind Girl“ The Girl With Blind Eyes This girl has eyes that only seethe dark side of the sun. Her eyesare sunken shadows, telling herthat she lives in a grand cathedralwith spires, old saints and candles.But everyone says her eyes lie.They say she lives in…
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5 April: For Visual Verse
The In-between Time She’s about to wake,To slip into thatIn-between time where Morning’s scent is pearled and blue,And the waves of her dreamsRelease breath’s steady meter. Dawn spurns twilight, andAll her nocturnal chatter, so fluidAnd easy, dissipates and disappears. Vapours. Translucent. As jellyfish.These dreams go, forgottenAs the sun drifts into sight . Written for Visual…
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4 March: March Visual Verse
Silk of a Thistle There’s no getting closerto it than breathing in itsfragmented scents. Food. It’s the weight of nostalgia.It’s the tangles, and voices,scars, and echoes of a feast. Life is thistle and silk, andthose grapes spread out likea galaxy, whilst the hungry fast out of necessity. Lobster on a plate. A crackedexoskeleton, and we…
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5 Feb: Trigger Warning – Panic Attacks
They Said It Was A Panic Attack Ate salmon that night.Put me off water for a long time after. Sitting there in my comfy chair, and there’s this tightness like I can’t breathe, so I pull myself upright, inhale, but panic is having its way with me. It’s like a voice telling youthree tales at…
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10 January: for VV’s January Anthology
That Speckled Grey There was a man. And there was a horse that was the colour of pebbles, assuming that pebbles are speckled grey, and this man had a horse, or at least that’s what he thought, but facts, being facts, always aren’t because this horse had a man and this horse juggled its man…
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22 December: Visual Verse
I’m delighted to have one of my poems published at Visual Verse this month. It’s just a click away: The Colour of Plastic.
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4 December: for V.V.
The Colour of Plastic Plastic is the colourof my neighbour’s left eye.Yellow is the colourof his liver. And if this were a story,it would twistlike Rubik’s cube. All the characters wouldhave their angles,and I’d give them names,like Rhombus and Scalene. But this isn’t a story,and my neighbour’s liveris apt to be the death of him,…
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