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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 →
Today I bring you another three poems from the inimitable Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don hails from Down Under where he writes poetry which is often comedic with serious undertones. His bodyguard Skip (pictured above) takes care of security. I'm Sorry (I am a prolific writer)I'm sorry for explodingExploding on the... Continue Reading →
Mala Osojnica is a bluff on the eastern face of a larger hill, Velika Osojnica, overlooking Lake Bled. Its modest height, at least in Alpine terms (645m, or 2116 ft above sea level), makes it an 'easy' walk from the lake shore and a fantastic viewpoint over the lake to the Karavanke Alps and the... 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 →
On the fieldin front of Traitor’s Gatethey hacked my head off. They probably stuck it on a poleso the horror of it allwould live on in people’s memory. I couldn’t care less for any of thatanymore: my head’s off, somewhere down therewhile I’m up here, observing... Shall we say detachedly?Or would that be distasteful?You can’t... Continue Reading →
‘He had hands like yours,’ my Grandma tells my husband-to-be one Sunday afternoon. We’ve just popped in to say hello. She’s in a reminiscent mood (when is she ever not?) talking about my Grandad, of course. My Grandad who I’d never met. Of three husbands, he’d been the only one she’d truly loved. She hands... Continue Reading →
In what looks set to become a regular guest slot at EIF, Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious has contributed a further trilogy of poems. I think they speak for themselves so this post needs very little introduction. I need only add that if you enjoy this post you should head over to... Continue Reading →
I have already talked briefly about Lake Jasna in my post on Kranjska Gora in Summer. It's a man-made lake at the base of the Vršič pass. The water is shallow and clear to the bed of the lake, making it perfect for fishing, swimming (in Summer) and stand-up paddling. On crisp Autumn evenings, the... Continue Reading →
Chewits are chewier than Barrow-in-Furness bus depotMilk is what Ian Rush drinksAccrington Stanley is a club you’ve never heard ofDon’t play with a kite near overhead electric wiresDon’t ever talk to strangers, especially ifThey have a car boot full of puppies, orThey offer you sweets, butIf you like a lot of chocolate on your biscuitJoin... Continue Reading →
