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The land looks different lit in silver. That's most-of-all what I remember, the night of almost being stranded on a mountainside. True story: I was a romantic-minded, foolish teenager, determined to see the sunset from the summit of the mountain. Absolutely crazy. My dad couldn't persuade me to go back. Textbook idiocy. Of course, the... Continue Reading →
Oh black cat, little bandit sweet,who crosses my path every night, please do not run away from me,listen, I tell you, do not flee. I only wish to stroke your sleekdark fur, your silky neck. For I have also, so I'm tolda hand that's made to stroke, to hold. But no-one in the world knows... Continue Reading →
Not one, not two, but 3 poems for the price of one today, from Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don writes his madcap poetry from his homeland Down Under, with his mate Skip on security detail. Don't mess with Skip. As you can see from the image above, he's no pushover... I... Continue Reading →
Today my Halloween poem, 'Jack-o-Lantern' is published at Spillwords Press. You may have already read it on this site, but I am very grateful to Spillwords for bringing my Halloween message to a larger audience: This Halloweenthe sky may well appearthe colour of the carved-out pumpkin’s eye;perhaps not time to celebratebut high time that we... Continue Reading →
Mwah-ha-ha-ha! I am bringing you this EIF Poetry Challenge early in order to be in time for Halloween. 'Tis the season to be spooky, so for this challenge, I simply want you to write a poem on the theme of Halloween. It can take any form or shape you wish, as long as it is... Continue Reading →
Like a salvo of predawn gunfire‘snap, crackle, pop’ – that’s what I think, and‘who could think of cereal at such a time?’Then my mind flips frantically through filesgrubbing to grasp an empirical explanationfor the snap, and the shot, and the rasp:A guerrilla band going gung-ho into battle, firing into empty space?No, can’t be…a fighter jet... Continue Reading →
With a kind of dim accuracy, dull estimation of anuncomfortable situation to the victim’s eyes, jealousy is not a green-ey’d monsterbut a super-subtle friend The victim continues with a smileof painted mirth;the mind gives birth to wild imaginingswhich may/may not be trueit hardly matters now:The matrix has you. Crossing canyons subsumed by solitudes, wish for spiritual songs to heal... Continue Reading →
On Windermere’s far shoreclose to where the Cryer calls at nightyou’ll find a placeinvested with the spirit of a half-remembered history.The walls are crumbling now, andlittle of the roof remains;gone are the stained-glass windowsthrough which visitors would wanderenchanted as the characters of Edgar Allan Poebefore they were concieved:Red into yellow, purple, green and blue;a colour for... Continue Reading →
Magnetism-electro varietyinducing currentattraction-repulsionprovoking propulsionalong magnetised or was itelectrified track-changes in megrounded likelightning-earthedelectrostatically. Gravity is weaker they sayhowever its long-distancepull is strong enoughto hold us down, orkeep us earth-anchored:perpetuallypolarised: light,essentially. © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism where De Jackson is hosting, and has asked us to write a poem... Continue Reading →
I so much enjoyed writing a ballad over at dVerse last week that I decided to make it the theme of this week's challenge. What is a Ballad? The ballad as a poetic form was traditionally a lyrical, narrative poem set to music, and accompanied by dance (the word derives from the Latin ballare, 'to... Continue Reading →
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