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No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies;inciting the people to embrace tyranny:With words of hate the power of progress dies. I see no sentient soul behind those eyesinviting destruction of democracy: No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies. We must not be too blind to realisethe power of the vote’s fragility:With words... Continue Reading →
Happy New Year, poetry lovers! I'm excited to begin a whole new year of poetry challenges by examining a lyrical, dance-like poetic form: the villanelle. The form originated in France, though its name derives from the Italian villanella meaning 'a rustic/peasant song or dance.' It was originally a ballad-like pastoral poem with no fixed form,... Continue Reading →
Don is back from the Christmas break with a fresh new trilogy of Flippant, Comic, and Serious poems for the New Year. By now, I'm sure his reputation precedes him, along with that of his best animal friends Priscilla and Skip (pictured above, looking lean and mean). But I do recommend you head over to... Continue Reading →
His hands make light work of my dreamsand I have nurtured his long summers gone:Love is not always that bright thing it seems. My gentle heart is bursting at the seamsas I am left dejected and alone:his hands make light work of my dreams. I look into his eyes, where darkness gleamssuch callous conduct, careless,... Continue Reading →
Soft falls the mournful January rainlike snowmelt in the solitary heartwhile we wait for the thaw of spring in vain. This heart’s iced-over like the Snow Queen’s childno chink or salt-crack can yet penetrate:Soft falls the mournful January rain. A dulness permeates this winter-mindspreads tumour-like though winter-body blind while we wait for the thaw of spring... Continue Reading →
Let’s hope that 2020 won’t becomeApoc-eclipsedwhen catastrophic climate change takes hold:We’ve placed our lives on hold, still, not enoughto save us from our epidemic greed.Let’s pause, take heed, consider how we might avoidthe worst of this. It lies in understanding that the way we live our livesneeds shaking up:We hide under our duvets watching Netflix,... Continue Reading →
Bring out the dead, ring in the NewYear, all that’s past and gone:The hopes and dreams, past life with yousurrendered to the sun. Shine on this, my new life and dayeach moment made anewin which I dance so fond and free:Release my love for you. At times I’ll sing it on the windfor other souls... Continue Reading →
I've written rather a lot of poetry since March of this year, when the pandemic really started to take hold worldwide. I think the lockdown gave me the creative space I needed to connect with my poetic muse. I often take excerpts from my poems and make them into 'poetry cards' to share on Instagram.... Continue Reading →
This poem is an oldie, so it was lovely news to learn that Phoebe had published it on her blog today. It's a poem of changing seasons, perhaps well suited to this time of year: The song of Summer’s endingLament to lost enchanted daysSings in the early autumn windsAnd rustling leaves born on the breezeAnd... Continue Reading →
Sir Dodo has been left out in the coldfor shameless years that I care not to count:adorning displays in the Natural History Museum;shafted, stuffed and shelved upon a mount:Come in, Sir Dodo, come out of the cold, the time of feasting is upon us, justas once we feasted upon you this table's yours and you... Continue Reading →
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