Earth-Mother: #poetry #Earthweal

Snake-charmer Goddess-voluptuous Viper-venomous Whisperer-livewire Lover Original-Authorimmaculate-SinnerSorceress-TemptressSeductress andMentor Thundebolt-wielderbounteous-MotherEarth-spitting venom now breakingasunder You shouldn’t have crossed herYou shouldn’t have crossed herNow cross your own heartAnd admit that its over: Cross your heartHope to diePainlessly Written for Earthweal Weekly Challenge: Mentors for a Changed World. Brendan has set us the following challenge: 'Our times are dark indeed. For this week’s challenge, let’s... Continue Reading →

Child of Our Time – #poetry #dVerse

There’s a girl who sleepsunder the EarthWho has never yet dared to draw breathShe imagines the skyfull of creatures that flyAnd the grass decked with flowersand ferns. In the bosom of Earth she is safe:Grounded, firm-fixedand sereneAnd she doesn’t dare wakefrom the wisdom of sleepWhere she’s curtained and shieldedfrom pain But in that strange sleep... Continue Reading →

Poem: Feeding the Ducks at Bohinj

All day long, rain:Falling from the low cloud,Falling foul of my low mood,Falling.Visibility down to ten percent:Light aircraft grounded for today And far awaySomewhere in a far-off land I'd left behindSunshine. Rain like my tearsWhich I refused to let fall:Let the sky fall tears for me,Fall like an edgeless swordCourting despair.Where had the sun gone?When... Continue Reading →

The Fire in the Sky: #poem #ClimateChange

There’s fire in the sky:It’s from the HindenburgAt the dawning of modernity36 soulsAscend to heaven As the airshipPlummets to earth. There’s fire in the skyFrom all the victimsOf the Holocaust6 million lives Sons, daughters, husbands, wivesAll murdered in a failed attempt to eraseAn entire race. There’s fire in the skyAbove Hiroshima80,000 deadIn one instantAnd thousands more to... Continue Reading →

The Land of Ex-girlfriends: #poetry #dVerse

I’ll wear my swishing, stunning skirt todaybecause todayI’m going to the land of ex-girlfriends: they wear their skin tan;their hair pinned to perfection;their nails manicured impeccably; I’m morelike a manmy appearance doesn’t own meI trythen I loose interest; miss a beatand they’ll be outthose ex-girlfriends from every corner of the street they'll comewanting my husband’s salaryand all the things I didn’t... Continue Reading →

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