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 →
Poetry of ordinary life is what I live forI said, you said,'Me too, Babe, me too'I said, 'Really, when you look aroundit’s everywhere:caught in the branch of a tree, justshooting the breezedrifting the air.' 'It’s in you,' you saidI said, 'it’s in you, too:that’s where we meetat the boundaries exploring ordinary thingsrendering themextraordinary.' Confetti cut-out wordscollaged... Continue Reading →
A palate of clouds and light over the baybut I'm glad I took you anywayI hadn't been for such a long timeand the way the sun played on the sands: sublimethe stone jetty with its tongue-twisters,the unpretentious tea shop where we shelteredthen when we came out, how the grey clouds partedto reveal the hills!Glory days!... Continue Reading →
I fail at fortune’s fate so many timesit stands to reason that I should give upnevertheless, my heart delights in rhymesI fill my mind with them, drink from the cupthat overflows, though drunk on words, still suptill I have had my fill, though there’s enoughto keep me rhyming, like a happy pupwho hunts his ball... Continue Reading →
Cold blows the wind from east to westand far it seems, so very farthe home where we may take our restlike some receding star I have on this thin dress, bare rags,the babe bound to my backI pray is warm, and safe and snugand feels the heat I lack My eldest, bent against the wind,her... Continue Reading →
