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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2. Nights are hardbeneath the soft fur-frostwhen free water turnsa carapace to the cold the price we payfor days full of sunthe coaxing of seed and budthe stop-start of spring. 2. Nights are hardbeneath the soft fur-frostwhen free water turnsa carapace to the cold the price we payfor days full of sunthe coaxing of seed […]
Continue ReadingColleen Chesebro’s weekly challenge uses an image of a winter rose for inspiration. If you would like to join in, the details are here. She recently wrote a post detailing the cinquain form, so here are two contrasting cinquains on the rose theme. Red rose Showyshe winter-bloomshoar-frosted candy-crispuntil the sun her upturned facestrokes dead. Red […]
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Harmony has it done again! 😉 Graig has a nice introduction to Harmony’s newest book “Sorrowful Soul”. “Full of freestyle poems, which provide company and compassion through the devastating journey of grief and loss and onward, this heartfelt collection shows us we do not travel this lonely road alone. Read here …
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I think this is a troiku. A breath of breezethrough the poplar crownsscatters gold coins. A breath of breezemild as apple and honeya plume of wood smoke. Through the poplar crownsa flock of jays rattleflurry of leaf-fall. Scatters gold coinsthe wind, from autumn’s purseto buy robins’ songs. I think this is a troiku. A breath […]
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No regrets I wish there was something I could wish for,a tiny, important thing, to hold it forever,like the flight of an October butterfly,the scent of a yellow rose,the calm that falls after a reconciliation. I listen to the gentle breathing of sleep,watch the sun slip between uneasy clouds,and accept the slow changing beauties instead. […]
Continue ReadingPlease visit Paul Brookes’ blog to read the contributions to today’s Folktober prompt. Such a lot of good poems today. Sin-eaters and Selkies Among the sins that they ate, would there have beenthe sins of freedom and otherness, the imbricationof animal and human, the sin of water-wisdom? Would they have spat out the pagan boneswith […]
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On such a day On such a day, there should be no sadness,no looking over the shoulder or peering ahead. On such a day of golden blue,of drifting mimosa leaves, deep as fox-fur,of sun warm as blood, running in rillsalong the furrows of the fields,losing itself in the green shadows of the oaks,there should be […]
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The image I chose for today’s Folktober challenge, is an illustration of the Werewolves of Ossory, It’s a joyful sort of a picture, perhaps explained by the difference between the Medieval notion of the werewolf, and Hollywood’s. A werewolf was a man (usually) trapped in the body of a wolf by enchantment, a gentle creature […]
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A very short one for the dverse prompt. Ripeness The vendange is over,the first pressing of grape juice,(since we can’t have water this dry year)fermenting now in cask, in vat,on the vine for the birds to steal,punch-drunk in this October sun. A very short one for the dverse prompt. Ripeness The vendange is over,the first […]
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