Tag: poems

This (bar technical disasters) is my last post on this blog. In the last few months the minor ‘glitches’ have got worse and now they are legion. The list is too long and tiresome to go into, but just posting has become hard work, and I have decided to emigrate.There is too much baggage her […]

Evening, hush Flower meadow lies quietbeneath waves of fescue,feather-bannered stalks, rippling light,in a south wind blowing, and through the ceaselessgreen-gold movement of growing,I see white daisy, pink orchid facespeering back from beneath the waves,green-gold and rippling, of the ocean meadow,the bee-humming sea,ceaselessly rollingfrom hedge to sunset. Evening, hush Flower meadow lies quietbeneath waves of fescue,feather-bannered […]

For the dverse prompt https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/23/an-artist-gets-his-due/Inspired by Thorvald Hellesen’s 1914 portrait of Elvind Eckbo. From the moral high ground The military man, a structure of medals, sashes,stiff bebraided collar, booted and belted,poses, sword in hand for a looming war. His gaze, fixed on the middle distance,peers through canon smoke; he listensto the screams of men and […]

A flight of beauty I read Crow Gods in one, breathless sitting. Rather than a collection of poems, it reads like a single, sustained exploration of the emotions that link us to one another and the world we live in. There’s a tenderness to all these poems, those dedicated to family, children, memories naturally enough, […]

I have never seen the canal in sunlight, never seen its water clear. Plane trees meet high overhead, holding up the unseen sky. Some see a green cathedral and hear angels singing. I see tree gods and hear a symphony of birdstruments, wild flutes, clarinets and oboes. There is no sun here, but an even, […]

Spring is Spring is a bold thing, bramble-hooked,barging into quiet corners,sky-shooting, flouncing fronds. Spring is noisy as whizzbangs,scudding bees in the mimosa,woodpecker tattoos. Spring is joyously juvenile, striped,flecked and dappled with sun,pied and purple, a riot of life, running in rivers of greenand flower-gaudy, flying with damselsin the bowed arc of the rain. Spring is […]