Category: Visual Verse
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For VV December Vol 9 Chapter 2
Visual Verse: December 2021 A Stone Horse This horse wants to sink its feetin the ground, scratch its rumpagainst the sky, and fill itsvacant hours with memories of meadows, scented hay andsweet green grass. A dusty roadto run and run on, and to gallopover the juices of earth, and to never return from where it…
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For VV’s Vol. 09 Chapter 01
The Knock They’ve learned there’s value in silence, preserving their words for their own ears. A mother. Her girl. Standing in a quiet that possesses the room, except for the snap of flames that live in the logs. A branch that settles, and sparks, and shifts in the iron grate. Firelight deepens the inexact shadows…
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October’s VV Image Prompt
A Spare Key I am eight. I’m very grown up.I have my own front door key.Happy birthday, my mum said. Keys are power. Keys hangingheavy on chains, swinginglong from my father’s belt.Keys worn like puzzles, jewellery,like a thinly bared brass finger. No more scratching aroundlike a dog pawing a lost bone,or searching dark secret spotsunder…
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For September’s VV
It Was Once Upon Such A Long Time Ago Long before the fires burnt all the forests,we hung tangerines and lumps of coalfrom Christmas trees, and in December we’d chase about the forest, and my dad,with his shiny axe in hand, chopped downan unmistakably perfect pine tree thatwas as straight as a lighthouse. And, on…
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Published by Visual Verse Anthology
I’m very pleased to be included in Visual Verse’s August Anthology with my poem. There’s an interesting variety of pieces based on an image prompt. I hope you find time to read them. The Dark Side of Gingerbread It’s like the creak of a door whenshe opened a book. Its spinecracking under the weight of…
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for VV’s July Ekphrastic Image Prompt
Summer Songs There’s music in us all. The way a song lightensthe step of hiking boots. Lyrical as an adventure,its new sights and soundsbeyond our narrow path. We waved goodbye to ourmamá and papá, setting offinto golden dust of rising sun.Song took them into bluedrifts of clouds. Beyond us, where music strums morningand breezes tease our earswith ancient…
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Miz Quickly’s Colours
What Do You See I see a spill of cognac,silk and chalky grey,an astral lay andfailing light.Uncorked oak,and an open slack,warming earth, anda morning road for those of faith,a song, and a religious scent. And the remains of a day that chooses us. There’s syrup of autumn,turmeric flesh,a poem for Poe…
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Published on Visual Verse
Delighted, as always, to have one of mine published by Visual Verse Anthology. If you wish to read it, it’s at Like Two Owls. Visual Verse supplies writers with a new image each month with an invitation to submit your poem or prose (written within the time limit of one hour) for possible publication. They…
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Miz Quickly’s It’s Up To You
Like Two Owls Congrats, sis, and tillykke to Us.We were that one fertilised eggthat split into a thousand run-onmelodies. Scattered, and sea foamsoft. We became Us, you and me. We became a little night music.Fluid. Transient and oblivious.Waking and sleeping. Us. Always.Always sunshine in those trailspulling at us. We are magnetic. Congrats, sis, on living…
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For Twiglet #228 and Visual Verse Anthology
A Deranged Silence I.Missing What siren’s mad songdrew this sailor’s eye from the horizon into the cold depths of water. II.The Stubble and Sweat Some days are blessed, and some days are chaos.Some days you’re rubbed upthe wrong way by stubble and sweat.Some days are tattooed on you,you’ll pay the piper…
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