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Until very recently, the term 'under pressure' had meant something gruesomely literal to me. It is common practice within Lockdownia to 'press' miscreants with heavy stones laid upon the chest until they either confess their treacherous deeds, or give up the ghost. Under my rule, of course, such barbarism would not be tolerated. But the... Continue Reading →
This week, my son's teacher sent us a recipe for Christmas honey biscuits which I thought would make a nice (if a little messy) activity over the weekend. I was not wrong. This is a fun and easy recipe to make with children, but be warned - things could get messy... Ingredients I've called the... Continue Reading →
I was surprised by how quickly winter descended upon our area as we entered the fourth week of lockdown. I've found it quite enchanting as I haven't seen a hard frost like this for years. Even in the UK before we left for Spain, 'cold and frosty mornings' were a rarity. Here, the temperature doesn't... Continue Reading →
I'm not a synesthetebut when I listenI can hear the coloursthey are all the colours of the heartand maybe morelighting up the parts of me I didn't know existedas I watch the fingers danceI see the colours: red for firepurple-pink for softer tonesindigo for sadnessgold for the pianist's virtuoso touchand most of all what speaks... Continue Reading →
When it comes to Free Verse, it's a lot easier to say what it isn't than what it is. First and foremost, it is not a poetic form, as by definition it is not governed by formal rules of poetry. It is rather a style in which the poet is free to express her or... Continue Reading →
Travelling in the wildernessaround Christianbury CragKershope ForestThe Debatable LandsReiver Country: Between Rowelltownand Roadheadthe Black Lyne and the White Lyne meetlike a divining rodto form the River Lyne. To make your way through the forestwhere I once heard the first cuckoo in springso many years agoyou must follow the yellow markers on the treesif you're not... Continue Reading →
War wolves whisper soft to one another: Where, where shall we go now? Far, farfrom the killing-machines' too-human roar somewhere where we may hearOur own moon-cries once more:North. North, on and on they goalways under forest’s cover:The wild wolf and the lumberingsoft-footed bear to the forests of Slovenia:only to be persecuted there? One wilderness re-wildedanother abandoned. Perhaps the people... Continue Reading →
Most heartbreaking lines of a song ever written? Tis you, tis you must go/and I must bideLament of the bereaved: We long to cross over,Instead we cry: Help of the helpless, oh, abidewith me-bideth these 3Faith, hope, and never-ending Love. © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Quadrille, hosted by Lisa tonight, who... Continue Reading →
More poetry from the Mind of matthews don today. Don writes at The Flippant, Comic, and Serious, aided and abetted by his drinking buddy and security man Skip (pictured above) and his pesky puss Priscilla. Do head over there to meet the madcap Matthews clan! Playground for the Mind of matthews don I've cast my... Continue Reading →
Winter has come to the mythical kingdom of Lockdownia, coating the shadow side of the valley in glittering fairy dust. Surely some subtle magic is afoot. As crimson light gilds the high peaks to the North and the moon rises, the Queen grows weary. It has been a week of ups and downs in the... Continue Reading →
