you think it's over
begin to believe you've failed
smoulder, flicker, flare!
~
CLP 06/07/2022
Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
you think it's over
begin to believe you've failed
smoulder, flicker, flare!
~
CLP 06/07/2022
lit fuse splutters, flares
runs smooth, sparkles then silence
except our heartbeats
~
CLP 03/02/2022
Can you hear me now?
Yes, we can hear you now, but
we cannot see you.
~
n.b. How many months have we had to practice this? Come on boys and girls, please.
~
CLP 13/02/2021
Carrow Hill blurs; mist
gives way to an easterly wind
moving people urgently along the street
except those that can’t, who shuffle
wrapped in padded coats.
.
Thorpe St Andrew beyond the railway
behind a grey shroud of rain
is the backdrop to the shopping park
lit bright at noon.
Darkness is upon us.
.
Snow is due overnight
ten centimetres or more
to settle with the flood water
already turning to ice.
.
There is little distinction
between days, so I feel
the need remains
to count the nights
~
CLP 06/02/2021
We have all the time
required to be gentle.
Friendship will endure.
~
CLP 03/02/2021
Damp wind sways small bell
Fog shrouds topmasts
Hull bumps quayside wall
Pulling with the running tide
Aboard, bored of leave
Provisioned, crew fat from land
Keen to cast off
Trappings of terra firma
Yet held in a sea fret
Furled sails stay tied
Hawser knotted to the ring
One more precious night
Bound to the wharf
Held by the weight of waiting
.
n.b. We are not alone.
n.n.b. GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 8 prompt – various. I chose to take a first line from another’s poem. First line taken from ‘Ceremonial’ by Barbara Turney Wieland.
Christopher Perry
8th April 2020
Sat above the quayside
On a red tiled roof
The old grey heron
Feathers blown askew in the wind
Croaks and groans in low tones
South-westerly keening up the lake
Bright blue above
What’s his game?
Waiting, watching
Always waiting
He’s waiting still
.
CLP 12/11/2019