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The inglenook is found withinthe interstices of many an English Innwhere many a weary traveller such as Ihave beengrateful of the warm fireside where flames beginto kindle the creative mind, in whispering:‘Firebrand, with pen in hand…begin again.’ © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Linda is hosting dVerse Quadrille tonight, and she has challenged us to... Continue Reading →
Join us for another visit to Don from Down Under today, who's mate (Skip?) is feeling the urge whilst driving in the bush, before things take a more serious turn. Visit The Flippant, Comic, and Serious for more comedic poetry with a serious and thought-provoking twist. Urge Was out in bush the other dayDriving with... Continue Reading →
This week's challenge was to write a free verse poem, and, judging by the response, everyone who took part enjoyed setting their creative spirits free. I certainly enjoyed reading all of this week's entries, which though diverse in subject were united in the beauty of their poetic flow. Our judge for this week's challenge is... Continue Reading →
Incensedby all the cruelties and confusion ofthe current year:The deaths and deprivation;sadness, isolation, fearI cultivate an inner light to sparka flame in mind;burn incenseat the high altar ofhuman kindness;sharewords with a worldin isolation, connectedas we have never been beforethis Advent-tideabandoningconsumerismhappily, I liverecapturing that spiritof thanksgiving, warmth and lightrecalled from childhood:heady, incense-scentedburning boldlyChristmas-candle-bright. Posting for Earthweal's... Continue Reading →
Don has a touch of the Lockdown Blues this week, and it's sent him a little 'Whacky,' but it's also given him the chance to dream up some poetry in the shower, as you'll find out below. Priscilla (featured above) has donned her favourite shower cap in celebration. For more of Don's work (and more... Continue Reading →
I'm not a synesthetebut when I listenI can hear the coloursthey are all the colours of the heartand maybe morelighting up the parts of me I didn't know existedas I watch the fingers danceI see the colours: red for firepurple-pink for softer tonesindigo for sadnessgold for the pianist's virtuoso touchand most of all what speaks... Continue Reading →
When it comes to Free Verse, it's a lot easier to say what it isn't than what it is. First and foremost, it is not a poetic form, as by definition it is not governed by formal rules of poetry. It is rather a style in which the poet is free to express her or... Continue Reading →
Travelling in the wildernessaround Christianbury CragKershope ForestThe Debatable LandsReiver Country: Between Rowelltownand Roadheadthe Black Lyne and the White Lyne meetlike a divining rodto form the River Lyne. To make your way through the forestwhere I once heard the first cuckoo in springso many years agoyou must follow the yellow markers on the treesif you're not... Continue Reading →
War wolves whisper soft to one another: Where, where shall we go now? Far, farfrom the killing-machines' too-human roar somewhere where we may hearOur own moon-cries once more:North. North, on and on they goalways under forest’s cover:The wild wolf and the lumberingsoft-footed bear to the forests of Slovenia:only to be persecuted there? One wilderness re-wildedanother abandoned. Perhaps the people... Continue Reading →
Most heartbreaking lines of a song ever written? Tis you, tis you must go/and I must bideLament of the bereaved: We long to cross over,Instead we cry: Help of the helpless, oh, abidewith me-bideth these 3Faith, hope, and never-ending Love. © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Quadrille, hosted by Lisa tonight, who... Continue Reading →
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