Sunday, 7 August 2016

Blueberry Stormcloud

Days 6 and 7 for the poetry writing and I'm still falling back on the good old staple of haiku - and not even technically using the form correctly....   Perhaps just a generic short verse form would suffice.  Still, it's quick and interesting and is a good way to keep writing, even in a minimalist way!


I hate blueberries
No berry should ever be blue
That is bubble gum


stormcloud come to me
raised eyebrows, smile curling now
at those who scatter
electric oxygen high
grey warning of shocks to come

Saturday, 6 August 2016

For the first time in a long time...

I haven't written anything in a VERY long while!   I'm just back from Paris so may well write something about that in a while but for the time being, Maria (   and I are writing poetry for this month using random words as a stimulus.  I've missed the first five so here there are in one go -

Charity is dead,
when lying on the floor, she
reaches out in vain.

i stumbled across
a river of your light and
curious words here

you shrink from my touch
frond fingers reaching in to
protect your beauty

some rain falls often
on the plain but the rest falls
on this sceptred isle

she wished for something
so fiercely that her heart hurt
but nothing happened

It's just for fun but it's good to spend time thinking about words again!

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

June poetry days - 15, 16, 17.

Your colour palette glues me to you
Experiment with me and find my truth
My meaning is yours so tangle me
In your hands and catch my glitter

Politicise these curves
Drag me screaming
Your cause is not mine 
Go create your storm
That teacup is calling you

Saturday, 13 June 2015

June days 12, 13 and 14!

Boxes Knife Ineptitude

Ineptitude hides me, boxing me in
Hauls me by my scruff and shakes hard
Stifles my breath and grinds my teeth
Plucks at my skin and leaves a burn
Ruins my hair and makes my face a joke
But the knife slices me free and the box lies empty.

Thursday, 11 June 2015

June poetry days 10, 11 and 12.

Joy Forest Boxes
The box lies on the mat, fat and waiting
It sits, ambivalent and pleased with itself
While you circle it and wonder why
Nothing has been ordered you think
And that suspicion creeps fast towards you
A joke perhaps or something more
Something worthwhile that a forest fell
And is still falling to bring mysterious treats
To a doorstep far away
In the hope of joy awakening

Tuesday, 9 June 2015

June days 8 and 9

There's a haiku here, a sure sign of playing poetry catch up!

Solitude wraps me in a blanket and offers a broad shoulder to cry on

A scaled foot in weed,
The eye, watching you looking.
Blinks and disappears.

Sunday, 7 June 2015

June poetry days 6 and 7 - Sunburn and Sea

The sea carries its sunburn lightly tonight
Dipping beneath the waves to sail the sky
For the waking of the other side of the world