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03.03.22 dVerse Ekphrastic Poetry
A Poem Inspired By Joseph Farquharson’s Painting A Slip Against the Wind The sky is whiteas pork fat, the heatherburnt by cold.A mother and three bairninch steps against the wind.March on, their mother says,March until it’s spring.A mother and three bairnare a slip against the wind. for dVerse Poets Ekphrastic March prompt. Featured painting is by Joseph…
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3.03.22: One-Liner Wednesday
A Girl Named Joy Before the constellationsfound their places,they were frecklesacross the noseof a girl named Joy. One-Liner Wednesday The sentence: Before the constellations found their places, they were freckles across the nose of a girl named Joy. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is from Wikipedia by Albrecht Durer, “Star Map” c. 1515, British…
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02.03.22: Haibun: Ode to Billy
Mum was always saying “pipe-down” or “quiet about that” – but my sister and I had a blind spot of affection for him. This distant, and long dead relative that Mum said was a smudge on a line. Billy was his name. A wind-grazed face, rocky as a landscape. Dusty as death. Those eyes dark…
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01.03.22 dVerse Haibun Monday
AN ODD AND UNEVEN TIME February was a dark wilderness. Floods and rain, gales that flung trees to the ground sure as they be Icarus. We tidied up after, our hearts were obsessed by reordering the disorderly. And then the wars began, though no one wanted to call it a war. How dark must it…
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Twiglet #268
in a coat pocket A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a… Twiglet #268 Come and play with us at Twiglets!
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01.03.22 An Exercise in Dialogue
Say Something We’re eating breakfast,and can I hearthe clock tick. You have to say something, I say. I’ve interrupted hisbread and cheese, and he saysin that way he has about him, Something.Why? And I tell him I have towrite something.With dialogue. He finishes his coffee,licks his fingers, and thenjust grins at me. Photo by insung yoon on Unsplash.…
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28.02.22 On Washing Dragons
A new post is available to read on That’s No Way to Wash a Dragon. You’ll find a blue “Subscribe” button on that post below the comments section (on the left-hand side). For those of you who’ve already subscribed, thank you very much. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Watching My eyeis a lonely creature.Watching.Watching as I listento the hum of living.Watchingmy inner shadows.My eyeis dim at its centre.Blindthought crashing against walls.All this ricochetingin my head.What becomes of wakingwhen sleepingis the better part of me.Where is restwhile the clockis full of ticking.Watchingmyself go blind.That eyecasts no shadow.That eyeis a lonely creature. Stream of Consciousness…
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27.02.22: Ten Steps of Grief
Ten Steps of Grief I am small.Prodded by cactus.Peeled down to my lily white.Grief. Rocked and shut.Mental doomscrolling.Sleepless beyond recovery.Eyes of black and white.Light is a crime.Winter’s coldest stones.God marked her rose. Inspired by a prompt at GoDogGo Cafe on the topic of grief. The prompt required a haibun; I took it a different route. Image…
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GoDogGo March Titles #14
And This Storm Is Called Franklin The trees bend,stoop, snap, andthe power’s gone.Candles burnsoft and stiff, wavering side to side,light flickerson yellow wallpaper,against the window,across the walls as wind wandersthe houselike a whisperingwarmth, seeking outits own joy. In the UK, we give destructive storms names. The one that hit us a few days ago was…
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