A departure Across the meadows,bright with duty and waving flags,between supple soldier stalks,bee-wreathed and busy,spring departs. From the town,the solemn soundof the church bell tolling rollsebbing or flowing or both at once,through the sky-chant, ingenuous paeanto the moment now,of a hundred meistersinging blackbirds. A departure Across the meadows,bright with duty and waving flags,between supple soldier […]
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Lost treasures There is no going back,not one moment, one golden flash.The river running to the sealeaves behind smooth pebbles with regret. Not one moment, one golden flashwill drop into you hands again,nor your eyes follow beauty into the shadows, the river running to the sea.Sand-sifted, gravel-sorted,the current that carves and sculpts, leaves behind smooth […]
Continue ReadingThis is for the dverse prompt. 140 words of prose including the line from Charlotte Mew: “This year’s a different thing, –I’ll not think of you.” Last year’s thing I always wanted happiness, like everyone else, but how do you measure it? I thought it was something I could hold in my hand, take out […]
Continue ReadingLast week’s form chosen by Paul Brookes was the Toddaid, another Welsh form. I found a Welsh site (in English translation) for the instructions. This is what I understood. Structure is couplets, L1 10 syllables, L2 9 syllables. Main rhyme, which can be assonance or consonance, is mid L1 end L2, and there’s an echo […]
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Inspired by the immense Paolo Conte and the wall-painters of Pompei. Dancing Da-di da-da didancingif you look you see the bee the sea you and medancingwith a whirl a swirl a boy and girldancingfingers meet tapping feet drum a beatdancingcolours stream purple cream in a dreamdancing.in a world of lies be the dazzle-eyes of damselfliesdancingda-di […]
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Cloud colours The course of the clouds describesthe arced belt of foamracing up the strandover and over againa bow of bellsringing the changes ~east to west day to night~ white floods the blueair sun-yellowedpigments refined from lightbright and high as the starsdeep as the burnt earth of Lascauxand the dark of distant time. Cloud colours […]
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Here are some words. If your Sunday is anything like mine, you won’t be indoors on your computer! Here are some words. If your Sunday is anything like mine, you won’t be indoors on your computer!Read MoreJane Dougherty Writes
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25. In the sunpruning unkempt vinesbefore the sap risesand drips from the woundspearling crystal. If only that was enoughto conjure spring. 25. In the sunpruning unkempt vinesbefore the sap risesand drips from the woundspearling crystal. If only that was enoughto conjure spring.Read MoreJane Dougherty Writes
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The Oracle leapt off at a rap-ish rhythm and she ranted her state of the world message. Is anybody listening? By and by the sky that seemedso high became a stream that ranits blue into the red of run-ning deer and spread across the deadand bare-baked sands. I ask a friend to stop the flowand […]
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Spring coming Insidethe cold day-blueis the soft brown flutterof new birds cloaking bare trees withheartbeats. Spring coming Insidethe cold day-blueis the soft brown flutterof new birds cloaking bare trees withheartbeats.Read MoreJane Dougherty Writes
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