#NaShiHaiKuMo2022 Day 1!

The 'Shit Haiku' has long been recognised, by the more discerning reader, as a distinct and particular poetic form in its own right. I was unaware until very recently, however, that this form was imbued with a rich history and an almost mystical provenance. I refer you to the following post to find out more:... Continue Reading →

Mother’s Day #poetry

For a long timeI thought that Mother’s Daycould only be some other’s daybut I was wrong:I know it’s yours and mine Every other daygoes by so ordinarilybut this one should becelebrated,venerated, and expressed in rhyme You left me with so many gifts, you seean ease, a grace, a natural beautya love bestowed unselfishlythis flame which... Continue Reading →

Morecambe and Wiser #poetry

A palate of clouds and light over the baybut I'm glad I took you anywayI hadn't been for such a long timeand the way the sun played on the sands: sublimethe stone jetty with its tongue-twisters,the unpretentious tea shop where we shelteredthen when we came out, how the grey clouds partedto reveal the hills!Glory days!... Continue Reading →

Human Race #poetry #earthweal

The warp and the weave and the weft of the windonly singssometimes a low and mournful moansometimes a heavy sighprophecy brings:'Awake, dull race, from your complacent slumbersee the world around you, world of wonderwithin, as withoutthis you have no chanceto make it outin one peaceand furthermore you have already lost thishuman race.' © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights... Continue Reading →

Could be better, could be verse…#poetry

I fail at fortune’s fate so many timesit stands to reason that I should give upnevertheless, my heart delights in rhymesI fill my mind with them, drink from the cupthat overflows, though drunk on words, still suptill I have had my fill, though there’s enoughto keep me rhyming, like a happy pupwho hunts his ball... Continue Reading →

I Do Not Know My Mother’s Name #IWD2022

I do not know my mother’s name: she got it from her father,and her mother, from her father before her.Our herstory has been erasedby history,records always follow the paternal line. Matrilineal DNA might help,if we had all the samplesbut most of them liea long-time underground(or burnt to ash).We silently acceptedan unspoken, acknowledged misogyny and had... Continue Reading →

Breath of hope #Villanelle #poetry

I try to bring the sunshine where I canthough days seem dark, the future dim, obscure: a breath of hope born where my life began. There are no certainties, for child, or man:nothing to which we may cling, constant, sureI try to bring the sunshine where I can. Though some seem to seek for the entire... Continue Reading →

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