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On Moscow
Spiders eating each other in a jarI saw one, a Pholcus phalandgioidesthe Daddy Long Legs spiderEat a Crane Fly, THE Daddy Long LegsIt was a warm autumn evening.Fluttering, where wall met ceiling, caught my earThe spider’s small round body, an impossibly small pea-sized pea sizedeterminedly consuming its larger preyThe crane fly’s slow-motion crumplingjoint by joint, →
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Barn Owl
from a veil of liquified aira night hunter formstracing the vein of the marsha flake of fallen moontumbling across the reedsbent by the North-East windseeks prey driven up by floodits silent scouringspreading silver shiversthrough night-cowed fowlwho sit in trepidationon black mirror poolsmuttering their muffled complaintshelpless until the dawn ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023, Day 2 prompt →
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Lunch Poems
Madam, are you ready to order?Something simple to start? Perhaps, a haiku?No, thank you. I’ll have the senryū.That’s not often chosen. Rare. An excellent choice, madam. For the main?Something from that epic list of Specials.We have a delightful Shakespearean Sonnet!I’ll try one. Traditional, something to get my teeth into.Would you like that in blank verseOr →
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on Ukraine
another Spring dawnswar without clear beginningwith no end in sight ~ n.b. The men in Moscow prefer a war economy to something better. Ukraine is being steadily reduced to the new Flanders Fields, where the prospect of better weather, leads to the prospect of increased conflict. CLP 29/03/2023 →