Tag: Poetry
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19 February: for 6SS (prosery)
Of Its Passing Her voice holds the centuries,and yet she is a young one. She passes through the turn of a wheel,its eternal time hung on a thorn – the mist pulling up behind heras time leaves her to air and dry. This young one builds stone bridgesbut still wades through the water. “Did you…
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14 February: for 6SS
Tides Her eyeshave more and moreof the past in them.Shadowsthat cover the cold oceanwith healing indifference. She wants totake to the shifting windsand lift anchor, be washed outon a tide. Washed outacross the sandbanksin a small boat with a taut sail. It’s a picture an innocent heart might draw. And there she wouldfind herself, and…
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10 February: Three Line Thursday
Up Hills and Down Blackthorn’s ready to bloom, snow on the pavementChildren up hills and down hills, rosey facedAnd noisy as Christmas elves Written for Three Line Thursday. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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9 February: dVerse Quadrille
The Quilt ImagineIrregular bits of summer colour.Pieced.Carefully aligned from what might’ve beenthrown away.Blocks of colour, songsters of print.Sister’s skirt. Daughter’s dress of grassy green.Double stitchedpicos with white thread. Thimble Thumbing A patchwork quilt that she called her soul. written for dVerse Poets. Poem Form: Quadrille to be include the word “imagine”. A quadrille is 44 words sans…
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8 February: Not Forever but Something Still
This week’s Six Sentence Story (SSS), which calls for 6 sentences including the word game, is written in a poetic form called a Cadralor. It’s a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem (in this case prose) of fewer than 10 lines, and optionally constrains all…
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29 January: Cinquain
Dressed for Sleep These nightsbefore spring comes,these nights dressed in flannelwhite on white like a moon risingalone. A Cinquain (1:2/2:4/3:6/4:8/5:2) for Poetic Bloomings: Five Line Poetry #474. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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25 January: Ink In Thirds
She walks, following the curve of the road,Footprints in the snow, winter-withered plantsAnd a low sky stubbornly grey. Written for Ink in Thirds: Three Line Thursday. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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20 January: Her Sentinel Trees
Her Sentinel Trees These are her sentinel trees,watchers of her comings and goings.It’s the second Friday of the month,frost holding the air low and steadyas she leans back against a birch tree. She, once a child of its slow growingseed says to the tree, tell me a storyabout a young woman who ran awayto the…
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18 January: Postmortem on a Dead Poet’s Desk
A Postmortem on a Dead Poet’s Desk This room was my poverty,my turnpike,crumpled papers and rough scrawl.Piles of A4 lined paper, and smudged scraps and fragmentswind-blown left and right for this postmorteminto a poet’s notebooks, into drawers,and ink splashes on her desk,and if ink be bloodas it is to a surgeon’s knife, then this woman…
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16 January: Magpies, Crows, and a Heron
There’s a magpie walking around the garden with an apple core in its mouth – sounds like a wire of wind within its throat. Yesterday, there were two crows fighting over a bone bigger than they were long, both in moods like darkening sky. My neighbour has a fish pond, koi, I think they are,…
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