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9 April: Ragtag Daily Prompt “Bury”
Buried a grey squirrel races down the old oak, marks the bark with its iron claws, chases along the fence, untroubled across the slats, not a moment hesitation, no second thoughts, no tail flash in exclamation, and it disappears into the womb of the laurel, where this squirrel keeps its dregs and stash. For Ragtag Daily…
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8 April: NaPoWriMo Day 8 Twenty Little Pieces
Just Put the Blame on Pigeons And I tell her life is that pigeonthat just fell out of the tree, and she says that it’s sunshine through a daffodil, and she’s eating a hot cross bun,the butter melting down her wrist, and she licks it before it disappearsinto the cuff of her blouse, andMmmms. She…
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8 April: A-to-Z Challenge
G is for Gusty A gusty sneeze. A push.A breeze. A thrown stone.A drum roll. An autumn leaf. It’s lay siege to petals weather,wind under a white egret wing. For A-Z Challenge. Gusty: A rapid fluctuation of wind speed with variations of 10 knots or more between peaks and lulls. Written for the A-to-Z Challenge.…
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7 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 7
On the Kitchen Windowsill There’s a finger-length silver shoe with a notch, it’s an ashtray but never used as such, and next to it a small terra cotta chicken with a wooden spoon protruding from the back of its neck, for salsa I’m told, bought it in Cartagena on a hot day after a miserable…
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7 April: A-to-Z Challenge
F is for Fractus Clouds Fractocumulus, a pretty breathof storm clouds that stretch outlike broken sleep. It’s a tear away,it’s a wind ringing church bells. It’s white as rough water weather,where blue is a gift to the sky. For A-Z Challenge. Fractocumulus: A cumulus cloud presenting a ragged, shredded appearance, as if torn. Written for…
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6 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 6
A Spoonful of Urban White In the echoes of distance, all there, gathered in this milky night, were destined to sombre lament. Their footsteps, a river of invadingsecrets flooding these gritty streets,and dazzled by night’s watery lights. And the milky moon, sharp as a knifebroke through clouds, and thenfaded back into echoes again. A poem…
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6 April: A Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my holiday snaps and found a few to share. This door photo is from a road trip in 2015 to Goslar and the Hartz mountain…
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6 April: A-to-Z Challenge
E is for the Eye of a Hurricane It’s theatre. A curtain call.A wall of flat calm and an eyeinto heaven. Fury and deluge.Then silence, as air falls dead. It’s short shadow weather, and the wind does as it pleases. For A-Z Challenge. Eye of a Hurricane: The relatively calm center in a hurricane that…
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5 April: Poetic Asides Day 5
That Cat From Glasgow There once was a cat from Glasgow,Whose fur was as white as the snow,She’d purr and she’d play,All through the day,And her owner could never say no! Written for Poetic Asides Day 5. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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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…
