-
GloPoWriMo Day 19: Heroes
A Conversation Over Sliced Roast Beef and Horseradish Name one, if you can,and he can’t.Says he doesn’t knowof any heroes. Says he doesn’t read thosesort of books, fantasy stuff.And he looks like a twisted knifewith that analysing smile of his,the one that always hints ofan approaching melancholy,and then he says,No, I can’t name a herothat’s…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 18: Five Answers +1
Five Answers A Single Question I.Painting by numbers, flowery and bright,but just the odd numbers.Some numbers are like yellow teeth. II.Pegging bedlinen on the line, like hoistedsurrender flags, waving dry all day long. III.Wind, wreaking havoc on apple blossoms.Grass is their lavish rest, blossoms the colourof a porcelain doll. Scented perfumed powder. IV.There once was…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 17: About The Dog
Just Sometimes My dog doesn’t doconspiracy theories orTimes crossword puzzlesbut she likes to go for walksand pull on ropesto breaking point, or at least she used to.My dog doesn’t careabout iambic pentameteror where words fall in poemsbut she likes cold tiled floorsin summer heat andlaying by the fire in winter,or at least she used to.My…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 16: A Curtal Sonnet
Spill a Cloud of Cream This is the flower side of town.Spring pastels to tease your eyes,turn freezing blasts to prosper green.We sprout from winter’s frozen ground,into season’s route, and as months fly byyou’ll live with me, spring serene.Stay, and I’ll read you widow’s poems.We’ll linger long in a phantom dream,where yes, stars fall in…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 15: Bring Me A Net
Or Bring Me A Net I want no part of rats‘though they’re hard to avoidrunning in gulliesand in the voids undergroundfound in riversswimming upstreamracing through schoolyardsand through holes in the fence.There are more rats than cats by far … Did you know Parisians ate rat in coq au vin, in beef bourguignon…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 14: Back When
It’s what makes people say Back in my day, or I remember when, while forgetting that things were crap back then, back when a proper rain splattered mud as high as your thighs, and you’d ride your bike to school through rain and sleet, snow and hail just like the postie did, and the rear…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 13: Ducks & Spring
I.How To Treat A Duck Don’t feed bread to ducksIt turns the water blooming muckLet ‘um eat weeds and bugsLet ‘um eat reeds and grubsBut don’t feed bread to ducks II.Now Spring Now springThis April lightFreed lifeIt calls to lively greenAwakened veinA cheering blushSpread broad on skies sereneBreathe in lean airOf violet scentsHear wild notes…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 12: In the Style of Marvin Bell’s The Dead Man Poems
The Old Woman With No Cat (#2) 1. About The Old Woman and Shrinking the old woman with no cat grew up drinking milkmilk in a glass in pudding on cerealice cream cake chocolate with biscuits milk for growingand she grew long as a sentence and tall as a…
-
GloPoWriMo Day 11: In the Style of Marvin Bell’s The Dead Man Poems
The Old Woman With No Cat #1 1. About the Power of Perspective the old woman with no catrests her right hand on her hip looks out the kitchen window and stares down the streetshe shifts her weight and rests her left hand on her hiplooks out the kitchen window …
-
for Sunday Whirl Wordle #548
The Writing Game Poets plan out their liveslike three line haiku, drivento write away minutesand hours. They sit hunchedunder mote slivers of light,as the clock ticks on and chimes.They’re rhyming everyinspired syllable sent. And with the pen’s last breath,they drop, dry and spent.It’s a game, a set and a match. Sunday Whirl’s Wordle #548 Use the following…
It's Still Life 