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April 2018

A Syllabic Disaster #NaPoWriMo2018 13

Google You were no help I could not understand This syllabic verse idea I have given up now I will not try Goodbye

After The Listeners by Walter de la Mare #NaPoWriMo2018 12

Is there anybody there? Said the Traveller As the rain, it pelted down He beat the door with a sodden fist And glared with a stormy frown Why won't you answer the door, he shouted I can hear you moving... Continue Reading →

Family counts #NaPoWriMo2018 11

-1 I wasn't the first There was the girl who came before me Whose three names I inherited One I arrived in winter, premature And terrifying in my tininess I slept in a sock drawer Two My brother arrived in... Continue Reading →

Anagram Nightmare #NaPoWriMo2018 10

Devastated, I cannot read! I feel cursed, my dear My hands flutter like a robin That searches for nut or nib I lie abed staring at the time The numbers that neon emit I yawn and toss and turn To... Continue Reading →

Sacramental #NaPoWriMo2018 09

I do not go usually To the Church I was born to, Only the Church That is the earth. Special family events The big three: Births, deaths and marriages. I love to stand in an empty church And hear the... Continue Reading →

Shadows and Silhouettes #NaPoWriMo2018 07

Shadows and silhouettes Of empty promises From bitter hearts and minds They will not hurt me My spirit rises above them Carried aloft by my love

An etheree #NaPoWriMo2018 06

Sky Blood red Twin moons bathe A world filled with Hushed expectancy As though the planet leans Inwards to a promised dream That harbours a new destiny An unfulfilled hope of other worlds A different sun, moon and stars from... Continue Reading →

The Artist’s Talisman #NaPoWriMo2018 05

I brought my own brushes tonight I have my favourites I like to use now Me too as well! I keep returning To the same brushes when I paint Oh I'm sorry! Are they your brushes? No mine are here... Continue Reading →

Lonely Solitude – a coupling poem

A coupling after Two's Company by Ambre Burt Julius turned his gaze His hard and incurious gaze To the scene below, A scene that was empty to him Where the white wave tops struck the shore. The shore that silently... Continue Reading →

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