Today's reading from Archery In The UK is the poem, 'A Thimble Of Poetry,' inspired by a line from Jim Harrison's 'Poet Warning.' This was inspired by a prompt from Linda at dVerse, and I am sharing with dVerse Open Link Night, which will be live today from 3pm ET, 8pm GMT. https://youtu.be/PtRoCPh1HCI
Today's reading from Archery In The UK, my poetic collaboration with Nick Reeves, is a poem I originally wrote for dVerse, entitled 'Dawn Resonance.' The form is a Sparrowlet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcSXV0Z9DPo&t=10s Stay tuned for more updates in the run-up to Publication Day!Ingrid
Into the crystal screen, The Wintered Queenwith heart encased in ice, gazes:begins to dance throughout the changing scenewhile rain, rooftops and pavements glazes Glides over a bridge above the Tynewith a familiar strangermirror upon mirror intertwinedKing into Queen, St Nicholas to Grainger A mirage or a vision, carousel appears before them - hoverswith fairytale cast, and,... Continue Reading →
As I browse through the catalogueof our enchanted moments,I cast my mind back to that first kiss: Bliss! So chaste and pure, yet shot through withthe promise of much more So happy we have come this far:have come to this. © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written for dVerse Tonight, Linda hosts quadrille, where we write... Continue Reading →
Caw, blimey, guv’nor:What a pair of…eyesI’ve never seen the likes, and such a size!They’d make a handsome meal for my hatchlings! Caw blimey guv’nor:What a stinking corpsesmells good to me, no reason for remorse:Dry eyes, full belly. Caw, blimey, guv’nor!Is that doll out therein yonder field, with straw for hairsupposed to scare me? Caw blimey, guv’nor:What’s... Continue Reading →
Sleep, lover, near megently, doand in your arms, I'll dream a dream of you Sleep lover, softlythrough the nightto waken with me at the dawn's first light: A lover's lullaby is nothing newbut never was a serenade more true. © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written for dVerse Tonight, Sarah hosts Quadrille, and the watchword is 'sleep.'... Continue Reading →
Vertiginous winding to the lighthouse topwhere the weak or faint hearted are tempted to stoppressing on, ever on, up the ladder we climbto look over the seascape remembered in rhyme And I do, and I do want to stand with you herelooking over the Bay maybe year after yearas the seagulls below us who bask... Continue Reading →
Love’s labour’s lost which seeks home out of place:an unswept hearth, a heart as black as coal.It rather should burn steadily, keeping pacewith kindred spirits, render true hearts whole Love’s labour’s patient, understanding, kindseeks not to self-aggrandise, or deceive;seeks rather to spread light, though it be blind:Love’s lantern light shines that we might receive Its... Continue Reading →
I.Carver of mountainscover of distant moonsexpansivelightest when hardestto crackonly takesthe subtle trickle ofa tear II.Deceives the deceiverbeguiles the believerfuels the fire of self-devouring flameburns all without reasonto self-love is treasonpleased to meet you:hope you guess my name* III.Longest when night nears endingalmost to madness sending the afflictedworrier, or loveralone, seeking escape beneath the coverof darknessnumbering... Continue Reading →
‘Twas not the lark, his song melodiousbut rather the seagull squark which woke us~somewhat odious~more so the factthat fated day had dawned when we must part:Oh, not at morningtide, of course(some hours hence) but stillanon, and on our love enduresenlightening our art © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written for dVerse Tonight, Laura hosts Meeting The Bar,... Continue Reading →
