The Fire in the Sky: #poem #ClimateChange

There’s fire in the sky:It’s from the HindenburgAt the dawning of modernity36 soulsAscend to heaven As the airshipPlummets to earth. There’s fire in the skyFrom all the victimsOf the Holocaust6 million lives Sons, daughters, husbands, wivesAll murdered in a failed attempt to eraseAn entire race. There’s fire in the skyAbove Hiroshima80,000 deadIn one instantAnd thousands more to... Continue Reading →

Eaves dropping – #poetry #dVerse

Falling from the eavesDropping downLike rain-bursts, fire-cracked beamsFall to the barn floor asI eavesdrop from a distance:Fire devouring everythingWe worked all of our lives forAnd they say it was a cigaretteNot climate changeThat started it. Written for dVerse Quadrille #111, hosted by Kim who has given us the prompt 'eavesdropping.' I used the prompt to... Continue Reading →

The Land of Ex-girlfriends: #poetry #dVerse

I’ll wear my swishing, stunning skirt todaybecause todayI’m going to the land of ex-girlfriends: they wear their skin tan;their hair pinned to perfection;their nails manicured impeccably; I’m morelike a manmy appearance doesn’t own meI trythen I loose interest; miss a beatand they’ll be outthose ex-girlfriends from every corner of the street they'll comewanting my husband’s salaryand all the things I didn’t... Continue Reading →

The Cunning Linguist – #dVerse #poetry

Linguistics is a sexy subjectAnyone who would disagree Should listen to this:LabialDentalPalatalFricativeLabio-velar GIt’s the science of how we speakSo it must have a little to doWith the things that make us tick:It’s easy you seeIt’s all doneWith a flickOf the tongue.I’m British so I’m afraid That’s about as sexy as it’s going to get:Now I’m off to... Continue Reading →

The Wheatsheaf – #poem #dVerse

A whisper shakes the wheatfieldSoft and sibilant; Someone’s walked over my graveThis afternoon:A whisper, a shiverThen silence echoes in my ear;I feel that we’ve been here before. For centuries we’ve sowed the fieldsAnd ploughed the fieldsAnd harvested the wheatThe Wheatsheaf - quaint nameOf a village pub:I’ve never seen a Wheatsheaf In real life; only the finished loaf.... Continue Reading →

EIF Poetry Challenge #4: The Results

This fortnight's challenge, to write an Elegy, produced some truly moving and heart-wrenching responses, as you might expect given the nature of the Elegy itself. My thanks and congratulations to those who entered; I was moved by your words and impressed by how powerfully you used your response to grief to create art which I... Continue Reading →

Rich Bum/Poor Man: #dVerse Quadrille

Yesterday on the bus my kids sang:‘All day long I’d biddy-biddy BUM!If I were a wealthy MAN.’On the way homeWe passed a man sleeping in a doorway:Better by far to be a rich bumThan a freezing poor Man. Written in response to dVerse: Quadrille #110: Shall we bum around a bit? For some reason, my kids... Continue Reading →

Silly Bitch and Wash-yer-Face: An Urban Legend

Silly Bitch and Wash-yer-FaceUsed to live a few houses down the road:They had a strange relationship And shouted at my cat.Perhaps they were second-cousinsOnce-removed from one another; Or maybe not as far removed as that:Silly Bitch talked like she had a mouthFilled up with cotton wool, whileWash-yer-Face didn't ever talk, but grunted. I made up many stories as... Continue Reading →

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