The mood in the UK today is sombre, to say the least, with bells tolling out across the country, announcing the death of our longest-serving monarch, Queen Elizabeth II. In times of sadness, I find much solace in poetry and music, so it's good to have a poem about music-making up at Masticadores today: Duet... Continue Reading →
The Bay has taken on the shape of summer;high-cloud clears to sparkle-tip the waves:glittering prize bequeathed to us in winterwhen ice-cold breaths warmed into brighter days I’m falling ever deeper like the surf-swellplummets towards the depths of this salt seasand underfoot I stand, glowing and grateful:golden, the love your heart has gifted me My mind’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 →
Your eyes, the colour of the North Sea on a stormy dayyour teasing smile, and all the sunshine in it Your dreamer’s profile, tracing outlines of the blue-eyed boywhose Artist’s hands trace pleasures without limit Your shape, aligned with mine, in sacred sleepingtime out of mind, the rhythm of our dreaming © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved.... Continue Reading →
He writes for melove letters in the dustor on the empty sands at sunsetlets the sea erase them... Please continue reading at MasticadoresUSA! 'He writes for me' is my latest poem to be featured on this wonderful site, edited by Gabriela Marie Milton. Please follow the site and read some of the other poems you... Continue Reading →
Forget Paris, forget Venice, forget Rome... For me, the most romantic city in the world is Liverpool. Dreams of long-departed emigrants hang in the dockside air; ever expectant; awaiting transportation to the New World. I can almost hear their chatter on the docks. Maybe it's from the many visits to the Maritime Museum as a... Continue Reading →
