One day I'll be immortalisedjust like Prešeren my statue in the town squarewill gaze longingly at your head carved in stoneupon a building opposite eternally, while tourists pauseto read the tale belowof how I never did get over you. © 2021 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. A flight of fancy for dVerse Tonight, De is hosting Quadrille, and has... Continue Reading →
It was the dreaded news:nobody knew if you were coming backyet, in my heartI knew you weren't. My mother. Whose hand would I hold now?Whose arms would comfort mein times of sorrow? Who would be my championand sing my praisein the faceof the entire, uncaring world? Out of the blackness of that coldOctober nightcame the... Continue Reading →
I realise it's been a while since I hosted a Sonnet Sunday as I have been very busy with dVerse, publishing a book, trying to finish my novel, etc. What better time to revive this poetry party than Halloween? Last year's EIF Halloween Poetry Challenge was a spooky success, and I'm hoping to recapture some... Continue Reading →
I need a poem, a poem that will sayall of the things I have for so long stored up in my heart, the things which I've for so long longed to share with you. Send me that poem:the one which pierces like a poison-tip darttipped with love not poison. Perhaps I will wake up with that... Continue Reading →
Today, I was delighted to receive my first royalties from Amazon, and donate these to my WWF Anthropocene Hymnal fundraiser! If you take a look at the page, you can see the progress, which represents my royalties from 24.07.21-31.07.21 (Amazon pay two months in arrears.) I will continue to post monthly fundraising updates for as... Continue Reading →
BorrowdaleDerwentBassenthwaiteSkiddawBlencathra This are my Northern fellsmy Northern dales, mytrue poetic North, andspiritual home.But wait! There are more: GrisedaleCatbellsSeatollerGreat GableScafelll Who left these names here? No-one can tell,perhaps Vikings, or Celts:lost tribes who also set their compass bythese risings of the earththese hallowed wooded hollowsplace of spiritual birth. The stone-circle builders atCastlerigg, Long Meg and her... Continue Reading →
There is no homelike placeonly an empty spacewhere once the toys were pileda legend, etched in pencil on a wallgrowth of a childmeticulously charted, inch by inchand line by loving linetoo easily erased... Continue reading by downloading the latest copy of Free Verse Revolution literary magazine, which this month has the theme of Hestia (hearth... Continue Reading →
This morning, upon wakeningthe day's beginning welcomingI sought a different song to sing. I listened to the birds outsidewhose joy it would be hard to hideand wondered how I might abidewithout such gentle carolling. I listened to the cricket-songwhich stayed with me the whole day longand even once the day was gonecontinued, faintly murmuring. I... Continue Reading →
Let it linger, longafter you have goneand your lover's lullaby has faded to a whisper. Let it linger oninto the dawnof a new life that I imaginedmight have been my own. Let it lingeras I linger on, alone. © 2021 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written for dVerse Tonight, Linda is hosting Quadrille, and she has given... Continue Reading →
Like a lung cancer victimwho knows his days are numberedand continues to smoke twenty a dayso we cut them, with a keen and suicidal vigourhoping to pulp them into money beforeit loses all valueand the only currency we haveare those survival staples:drinking watergrain and seedthe air we breathe.The true carbon cost of all human activityis... Continue Reading →
