Poetry of the week – colour
Seeing Red The cornflakes swim about inside the bowl Lying limp – just floating there like dead fish Ignored this morning but the toast swallowed whole You meant business today – no time was left Music...
View ArticlePoetry of the week – changes
The Change Sweet dreams are made of this; Isn’t that what they always say? But we all of us know that they Simply cannot last, they have to GO AWAY. Sweet dreams are made of this; Or so the lyrics go....
View ArticlePoetry of the week – the elements: fire
November Fifth in Lewes I take my place in the ranks The one night we rule. Flames licking–in my control, Black faces surround me: No wants at all to be seen. Flashes all around me. The flicker of a...
View ArticlePoetry of the week – forests
Goodbye? The dappled light across her face the smell of pine in her hair the spring flowers around her feet the quiet surrounds her as he walks away the trees overwhelm as he walks away the under...
View ArticlePoetry of the week – mornings
Breakfast Usual breakfast: bacon, eggs, sausage, mushrooms Sigh… Getting fatter. By Marcus Hirst Morning Vignettes You took my sleep as I woke, snatched clean away as the sun rose. A bloodshot sky...
View ArticlePoetry of the week – rhythm
The Rhythm of a Heart Someone, somewhere a person will hear this noise every day. Some people will instantly relate it to someone they love others maybe not. Anyway, the rhythm of a beat is a sound...
View ArticlePoetry of the week – light and darkness
Out of the Cave The one that stuns does blind the sighted, Lightens the world with baby’s smile, The dark is fallen on those without hope, Luckily it passes in a while. Dark are days in mind of the...
View ArticlePoetry of the week – pride and regret
Pride Turning to help, But not offering. Turning to speak, But never vocalizing. Turning to look, But not really seeing. Turning to God, But not really believing. Sitting above and looking below, The...
View ArticlePoetry of the week – spring
Light on the Valley The Sun creeps over to take the first, Steps to look over the hillside Where the lambs do stumble, First strides of the year. The green grass reflects the blue, As the sky blue and...
View ArticlePoetry of the Week – blank
Blank The pale blue ocean, calm in the midnight flame. The beams of light bouncing off the blank canvas, that is the pale ocean. Creating the masterpiece of nature, That shines through all life, in the...
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