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Cowering in the cupboard: well I would be if I could emitting a sharp hiss at the slightest approach of danger. Well it’s almost like this:‘Get back!’ I hiss 'And leave me to face the dark side alone, againI didn’t ask for this, but I’ve been given...' ‘There are worse things happen at sea’you say, and so... Continue Reading →
If you’re looking for meI might just bein deep poetic heaventhrough mirror-halled mazesof metaphorsguided by vulture or ravenI’m wandering, wondering sharing your hope and your paindiving the deep seas where trawlershave emptied the oceanseeking out hydrothermal ventswhere life may begin againand I’m screaming ‘stop!’and I hope we’ll wake up from this madnessdeep in poetic heavenit’s hard... Continue Reading →
Well, I do mean to smile about water;the solution was never ‘You oughtatake more than one glass!'Whysay notif you really did not want to know?Rewind the tape, pleasefast-forward to whereyou losewine-addledflat on your ass! © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved I must be a glutton for punishment... Tonight, Lisa is hosting dVerse Poetics, and has asked us... Continue Reading →
Well, I don't mean to whine about winebut the problem was always 'Why notone glass? Where's the problem with that?''Why not?''Say what?''If you really want to knowplay the tape forwardthen rewindto findun-winedI'm better off.' © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Linda is hosting dVerse Quadrille and has asked us to write a 44-word poem... Continue Reading →
We took our son on his new biketo the old town. Right along the harbour we wentand while we were all looking the other wayhe turned to say ‘I just saw a dolphin in real life!’ Immediately excited, I turnedto look into those broad blue waters, which were starting to phosphoresce with evening light:I wanted to... Continue Reading →
I have a personal trainerand his name is Ollie:if you want to shed those lockdown poundsjust call on Ollie. He will not let you stop to drinkhe shows no mercyand don’t you even stop to think you’re tired, or thirsty. He’ll make you race him down the hillalong the seashorethen all the way back up againscreaming... Continue Reading →
A whole quarter year has passed in this Twitter Poetry Challenge. So I guess I'm not feeling as excited about #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) as everyone else is. But I did add it to the tags of my Twitter poems for good measure. I also gave myself a break on Wednesday (day 90) because... Continue Reading →
'Laundry, laundry, still wars and laundry;nothing else holds fashion.'Misquoted from Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida (Act V, Scene ii) Those of us with children, or at least thosewho've ever laundered for themwill knowlaundry accumulates exponentiallywith the birth of each additional child.This is not a complaint, nor any lackof gratitude, but a simple statement of fact. My... Continue Reading →
“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”- William Blake, from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1793. We have forgotten we are part of naturean integral partwe think that we can bend the very seasons to our willwe think that... Continue Reading →
I remember cherry blossom blooming in London at around this time of year. How it enchanted the gardens of suburbia, transforming them from dull semi-detached '30s monotone to cotton-candy-coloured bowers of bliss. How the petals fell in the wind, twirling that dance they do, declaring 'Spring is here! Yes, even in the City, spring is... Continue Reading →
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