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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 →
More poetry from the Mind of matthews don today. Don writes at The Flippant, Comic, and Serious, aided and abetted by his drinking buddy and security man Skip (pictured above) and his pesky puss Priscilla. Do head over there to meet the madcap Matthews clan! Playground for the Mind of matthews don I've cast my... Continue Reading →
You appeared as if a small birdsoaring skyward like an anchor in reversebut oh, that skydive as you folded in your wings and hurtled earthwardsas if the sky hung suspended andtime, telescoped with adrenalineslowed down to that calculatedfatal momentbullet blow to your preysky-arc of the angel of deathall witnessed as onedrawing in of breath:Falcon magnificence.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes frustration gets the better of mebecause I’m stuck doing geography in a language I don’t fully understandinstead of writing poetry. Sometimes I write poetry in the bathroom.Sometimes I long to be alone a little while, with no demands on me.I wonder why the children are climbing the walls, running round the housein circles, spiralling, spillingtoys... Continue Reading →
This week's challenge was to write a pantoum poem, which reads like a poetic waterfall. We have had another fantastic response to this challenge and I'm sure our judge and last week's winner, Nick Reeves had an unenviable task. Here is Nick, in his own words: Judge's Comments Oh, Pantoum! The word has been rolling... Continue Reading →
Seven Sisters road runs fromsomewhere intersecting thesweep of Holloway Road andslightly seedily on toSouth Tottenham, travellingSouth West to North East: neverspeak of starlight, City blind. © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Poetics: Stars that count. Laura is hosting tonight and has asked us to write a 'Pleiades poem.' I found this incredibly... Continue Reading →
It is the winter of this strangest yearwhen closeness equalled danger and aloneconsidered safe, we faced the fear of life in dull dejected isolation. Or else, locked down inside the lion’s denwe found ourselves imprisoned, desperate for some source of escape, a hand, a friendwe hoped for help, but help arrived too late. For what shall we... Continue Reading →
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