This week's challenge was to write a pantoum poem, which reads like a poetic waterfall. We have had another fantastic response to this challenge and I'm sure our judge and last week's winner, Nick Reeves had an unenviable task. Here is Nick, in his own words: Judge's Comments Oh, Pantoum! The word has been rolling... Continue Reading →
Winter has come to the mythical kingdom of Lockdownia, coating the shadow side of the valley in glittering fairy dust. Surely some subtle magic is afoot. As crimson light gilds the high peaks to the North and the moon rises, the Queen grows weary. It has been a week of ups and downs in the... Continue Reading →
You appeared as if a small birdsoaring skyward like an anchor in reversebut oh, that skydive as you folded in your wings and hurtled earthwardsas if the sky hung suspended andtime, telescoped with adrenalineslowed down to that calculatedfatal momentbullet blow to your preysky-arc of the angel of deathall witnessed as onedrawing in of breath:Falcon magnificence.... Continue Reading →
I've brought you starters, main courses and deserts, so now it's time to take a look at Slovenia's wine list. No culinary tour of Slovenia would be complete without a visit to its wine making regions. History of winemaking in Slovenia Modern-day winemaking in Slovenia. Slovenia's best-kept culinary secret is its wine. Wine has been... Continue Reading →
The Sava Bohinjka river in Northern Slovenia flows from springs fed by the Triglav Lakes Valley down the Komarca Cliff as the majestic Slap Savica then on into Lake Bohinj. From here it emerges in the village of Ribcev Laz and continues to flow through the valley connecting Bohinj with Bled, skirting the latter lake... Continue Reading →
Warning: contains references to suicide. As I sank into the depths of alcoholismdepression and despair not a soul around me seemed to careexcept the man who stood next to me on the tubewhose angry eyes seemed to say ‘how dare you stand so close to me?’Perhaps I didn’t smell too good: Sorry mate, did I spoil... Continue Reading →
Sometimes frustration gets the better of mebecause I’m stuck doing geography in a language I don’t fully understandinstead of writing poetry. Sometimes I write poetry in the bathroom.Sometimes I long to be alone a little while, with no demands on me.I wonder why the children are climbing the walls, running round the housein circles, spiralling, spillingtoys... Continue Reading →
Seven Sisters road runs fromsomewhere intersecting thesweep of Holloway Road andslightly seedily on toSouth Tottenham, travellingSouth West to North East: neverspeak of starlight, City blind. Written for dVerse Poetics: Stars that count. Laura is hosting tonight and has asked us to write a 'Pleiades poem.' I found this incredibly hard, but had to try. I... Continue Reading →
It is the winter of this strangest yearwhen closeness equalled danger and aloneconsidered safe, we faced the fear of life in dull dejected isolation. Or else, locked down inside the lion’s denwe found ourselves imprisoned, desperate for some source of escape, a hand, a friendwe hoped for help, but help arrived too late. For what shall we... Continue Reading →
This near-winter time of year when the nights draw in: I never was a big fan. In fact, typically sadness, fear and age-old anxiety would always hit around this time. I had a taste of it in October, when many days were overcast and cloudy, but oh, what a cold and crystal clear November we've... Continue Reading →
