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I enjoyed writing and researching this challenge, and to an even greater degree, I enjoyed reading the varied and delightful responses. I am very grateful to judge Misky of Plumb-Lines for doing a job which I would have found near impossible: deciding on this week's winners. I now hand over to her for this week's... Continue Reading →
"I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf" - Paul Dunbar, The Paradox Young at heart, though old in bodysound in mind, though oftentimes insanein my dreaming, bound by dreams which set me freeback to the beginning, bent like a young birch treeover the water, on the pivot of a divenature's daughter,... Continue Reading →
Just go:you've said enough,so let's not make it tougheron ourselves.This isn't an excuse to stay in bed: I feelas if my head is in a vice, and I'm so tiredof trying tobe nice, sopleasejustgo. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse I have PMDD. I've written about this a lot, but this is... Continue Reading →
It's summertime Down Under, and Don is having some trouble with fans trying to crash the FCS compound. Luckily, his mate Skip (pictured) provides security at FCS so that Don can focus on what he does best: writing poetry. Ain't no one getting past this marsupial... The Journey I've just been on a journeyTo farewell... Continue Reading →
How I wish for this dark night of the human soul to be over, and for all of thefossil fuels to stay underthe ground so that wemay not become part of the fossil record just yet:I wish to reserve this privilege fora later date... © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved I've had enough... Of all the... Continue Reading →
This week I would like to give a special shout out to my blogging friend and fellow poet David Ben Alexander. He deserves a special mention because, like me, he has posted a poem every day for the past 7 weeks! We are the marathon runners of this challenge and if it's not always fun,... Continue Reading →
Nature plays an important role in the history of English poetry, from the time of Chaucer right up to the present day. Consider the opening lines of The Canterbury Tales: Whan that Aprill with his shoures sooteThe droghte of March hath perced to the roote,And bathed every veyne in swich licourOf which vertu engendred is... Continue Reading →
I am liquid golden lightstreaming through your winter-windowin an arc across the canvas of the sky. I am airbrush particulate of golden lightsuspended in the airaspirating here and therethe song of early spring. I am golden light in shafts of summerfalling through a Mediterranean gardennot my own. I am the light you ownthe light withinthat's... Continue Reading →
This week, Don takes us on a reverse journey from Serious, via Flippant, to Comic. If you like his style, do check out his website where you can meet the FCS team: Skip - kangaroo/beer buddy/security man; Priscilla - cat of many colours and Ralph, Don's faithful writing companion (pictured above.) How and Why (Geelong... Continue Reading →
Special thanks to Sarah Connor and Jane Dougherty for this uniquely wonderful gastronomical sonnet, composed on the spur of the moment via a Twitter exchange: Shall I compare thee to a hot pork pie?No ta, nor neither steak and kidney, please.And yet the scent of gravy flutters byWith sweet effluves of pale green mushy peas.I... Continue Reading →
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