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Sweet on the outsideskin soft and waxy-toughbitter in the middle My Auntie bought a bag of them she told me 'these are not for you'which meant (of course) I had to try:I didn't like them. Originally from Chinaa place where I have never beenoriental citrus A Twenty-something housesittingthe Cemetery Lodge, 'Help yourself to the liquor,... Continue Reading →
What lies beyond, beneath, aroundthe corner?Show me a locked door: I'll spend all daysearching for the key.For heaven's sake, never show me a border!Don't fence me in, not even metaphorically -if I have one incurable obsession it is curiosity. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Tonight, De is hosting Quadrille, where the watchword is... Continue Reading →
I ask myself ‘is there ever a dayin which I do not try?’Death and destruction famine and disease write the headlinessell the stories. The earth is reacting to all of our excessone day may cleanse itself of all of usit’s hard to deny, it’s all a messand yet is this a reason not to try lovinghopewritingpoetrylivingmomentarily learning to be... Continue Reading →
As autumn crumbles into brittle parts,And lifted on a whisper of winter's breath,Another season of the year departs,The cloud's brief tears bear mourning of its death, Cold snatches the pearls of heavenly birth,To sprinkle twee crystal parcels in lieu,Bewitching giggling streams in sheets of mirth,Primed for pebbles to free the babbling blue, Sleeping giants will... Continue Reading →
As summer leaves behind the springThe days grow ever longerThe leaves are green the birds do singThe sun shines ever strongerI walk along the sandy shoreAnd gaze out to the distant seaI feel the warmth and long for moreThe summer sun has set me freeI then ascend a distant hillAnd contemplate a tranquil skyThe night... Continue Reading →
I don’t fall into winter, not like the dead leaves,but charge in, daubed cheeks and white breath;eager mornings tugging aside curtains’ sheavesto see the silvering frost-blanket the night has left. I don’t fall into winter, wishing for some brakesholding arms in front of me, trying to stop time.I gallop in gladly, relishing air’s chilly embracefinding... Continue Reading →
This Spring into Summer has me hangingas if to say, 'Wait - we're not quite there yet!'Long days of rain, holed up in my room singingI have endured, shunning the cold and wet and on days when the bright sea looks invitingI've shivered by the shore bewilderedby those brave souls who think nothing of divinginto... Continue Reading →
I've just finished reading The Sound of Brilliance, an anthology of poems from 'The Short of It' series edited by Susi Bocks. As Susi herself states of the book: This publication aims to find people with an interest and talent for micro-writing, whether their preferred form is poetry or stories, expressing themselves in 150 or... Continue Reading →
As I sank into the depths of alcoholismdepression and despair not a soul around me seemed to careexcept the man who stood next to me on the tubewhose angry eyes seemed to say ‘how dare you stand so close to me?’Perhaps I didn’t smell too good: Sorry mate, did I spoil your commute? I wrote this... Continue Reading →
Hellebores, primrose, bluebells, geranium, forget-me-not: how could I forget you? For our love bloomed in the heady time of late spring flowers, around the rising of the late-May moon. Scents of lavender and roses drifted on the air, as the Star of Bethlehem reflected the moon's splendour, shining white. Buttercups and poppies swayed in daytime... Continue Reading →
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