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Lights
On four separate pylons, one per cornerThe things to look for, Proper LightsNot strung out beads along the top of each standA symmetry of steel sentries attending the stadiumPerspective rotating the shining pinsAs the train curves into townOr the main road breaks into capillariesUntil proximity fixes the viewNeck craned I’d seek the service ladderWondering who →
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Tempest
Caps of Atlasdeafened by clattering hail stormsheep up and runseek the stone shelterleaving the flowersgulping fresh water~n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Take a poem, or fragment that was written in a tongue unfamiliar to the reader and write an original poem in English based on the sounds and rhythms of the original language.Here is the original, a →
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Funereal
‘We’ll laugh about this one day’ you saidAs the first handful of soil smuttered on the lidI looked at the other lads, all smart that day, in black coats‘Unlikely’ I’d replied, ‘There’s nothing funny about it.’Typically, it was sunny, belying the moodDaffodils dancing happily in the onshore breezeA few puffy clouds sliding past, against the →
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Snakeskin Boots
Dolphins threaded the white horsesFrigate birds drifted o’er our wakeWe hauled ropes in song, with cursesDolphins threaded the white horsesDreams of Frisco, gold in pursesSun kissed women, fine boots of snakeDolphins threaded the white horsesFrigate birds drifted o’er our wake ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 4. Triolet time. CLP 04/04/2023 →
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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 →
Journey of Words 