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We’re Parked in Cupboards
We’re Parked in Cupboards I took a chair to the window,listened to the silence – it wassharp and thin as mountain air.And I have nowhere to go. Our cars parked up in cupboards,the trains are off their tracks,planes downed by somethingin the air. We’re all parked up. I watched the middle treeof three bending in…
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dVerse Does Halloween
Absolut This house with its bare walls and empty rooms and doors that slam behind you, and floorboards that groan and rise up to meet you under foot, that watches you with its wandering eye and hidden faces traced in windowpanes, and this house breathes rasping toothy sounds from up above and down below, a…
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dVerse Sounds
A Sweet Sparrow Tweet How can such sweet songcome from such dull coloured birds.Their striking bright rounded tones are sown in my memory to grow. Oh, pale morning, I hear from the tree,hidden in the deep greenery of leaves,a pip, a peep, a bleep, a trill and burst.O’ the bubbling squeak of it all. for Peter’s…
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dVersing Samual Greenberg
This Plain Grey Life We watched, prayed time’s chants,as the crimson leaves blew into his eternal six foot deep. I was wrapped in mourning clothes,comforted by a plain grey life, held my sorrow within my sorrows,within my creased and carded fleece,within my heart’s brow. A palmed rose tumbled on to his coffin,his memory kept with the skulls of…
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For Twiglet #199 & Red Wolf Prompt
This Time The light through the windowis spun in the beech tree.In the mirror.Across the floor.Breathes in curves along white walls.Cleaves to each cold-ash hourof your grandmother’s clock –its hands stopped years agoat ten past five – not rewound.Its brassy age-cured chimeas noisy as clashing colours. for Red Wolf Prompt and Twiglet #199. Image from…
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Poetic Blooming: Her Codex
Her Codex Truly, I’d say eat whatever she cooksbecause one day she’ll be gone.She and her recipes, written downin disintegrating leather-bound books,pages held in-situ with rubber bands,recipes written in foreign words, in quick short back-slanting strokes, in measurements that use her mother-in-law’s chipped teacup,and another measurement oftenreferred to as a scant knife edge,and kneading dough…
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dVerse Quadrille #114
Magnetised the push and pullthe up and downthe rise and fallthe kiss the slapthe pain the cheerthe deafened earthe birth the deathtears for us berefta prayer a curseto hurt to heallonely daysand hearts grief-stricken dVerse Quadrille #114 “Magnet” © Misky 2020
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Twiglet #199
Originally posted on The Twiglets: hanging on an echo 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 link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected.
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The Poeming’s Found Poetry Challenge
October is found poetry month at The Poeming challenge. The collection of daily posts can be read at https://miskyb.tumblr.com . We’re working from the book “From Dead to Worse” by Charlaine Harris. Copyright 2011 by Orion Publishing Group London. Images are by Pieter Bruegel the Elder and his son, Pieter the Younger, 16th century, and…
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