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Just before the New Year, I wrote of my 'inspiration' to write one poem in a single Tweet for every day of 2021. As I began my challenge, I realised that writing micro-poetry is not something which comes naturally to me. I am used to writing poetry which flows over several stanzas. I like playing... Continue Reading →
No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies;inciting the people to embrace tyranny:With words of hate the power of progress dies. I see no sentient soul behind those eyesinviting destruction of democracy: No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies. We must not be too blind to realisethe power of the vote’s fragility:With words... Continue Reading →
Happy New Year, poetry lovers! I'm excited to begin a whole new year of poetry challenges by examining a lyrical, dance-like poetic form: the villanelle. The form originated in France, though its name derives from the Italian villanella meaning 'a rustic/peasant song or dance.' It was originally a ballad-like pastoral poem with no fixed form,... Continue Reading →
By now, I should be an old hand at new beginnings. I've learned to recognise those 'watershed moments' before they arrive. First time was losing my mum as a child; no way I could have seen that coming; no way that anything would ever be the same again, afterwards. Then it was moving away from... Continue Reading →
Don is back from the Christmas break with a fresh new trilogy of Flippant, Comic, and Serious poems for the New Year. By now, I'm sure his reputation precedes him, along with that of his best animal friends Priscilla and Skip (pictured above, looking lean and mean). But I do recommend you head over to... Continue Reading →
His hands make light work of my dreamsand I have nurtured his long summers gone:Love is not always that bright thing it seems. My gentle heart is bursting at the seamsas I am left dejected and alone:his hands make light work of my dreams. I look into his eyes, where darkness gleamssuch callous conduct, careless,... Continue Reading →
Soft falls the mournful January rainlike snowmelt in the solitary heartwhile we wait for the thaw of spring in vain. This heart’s iced-over like the Snow Queen’s childno chink or salt-crack can yet penetrate:Soft falls the mournful January rain. A dulness permeates this winter-mindspreads tumour-like though winter-body blind while we wait for the thaw of spring... Continue Reading →
Let’s hope that 2020 won’t becomeApoc-eclipsedwhen catastrophic climate change takes hold:We’ve placed our lives on hold, still, not enoughto save us from our epidemic greed.Let’s pause, take heed, consider how we might avoidthe worst of this. It lies in understanding that the way we live our livesneeds shaking up:We hide under our duvets watching Netflix,... Continue Reading →
It is the dawn of a New Year in Lockdownia. Normally, this would be a time of rejoicing: feasting and singing; dancing in the streets of our villages and towns. This year has been quite different, especially for the Royal Family in exile. In Caer Pathogen, as it is now called (formerly Caer Non-Pareil), we... Continue Reading →
When we moved to Slovenia in June, I started a new series of blog posts called Postcards from Slovenia. These are generally short, image-heavy posts with a little background history of the featured place. There is no particular order to them, though I think that together they form a diverse and interesting series, Slovenia being... Continue Reading →
