Shakespeare has always had my admiration, but he’s earned some extra kudos today, in the wake of my painstaking attempt at writing a traditional English sonnet… (with the theme of Future and some chiasmus thrown in for good measure) Thaw. From shadows…
Fickle.
Today I have been slicing words from magazines like a blackmailing pro, to create what is known as ‘Found Poetry’. Here’s what I discovered amidst the piles of paper words… Fickle. Panoramic florals amplify the monochrome morning. You rave with that cheap…
Up.
Today’s poetry 201 challenge has helpfully allowed my writer’s brain to head home, in creating some prose poetry. The subject is ‘fingers’ and the challenge was to include some assonance in the piece… Up. Her blood boiled upwards as my ears rang with…
Blue.
Blue. Whilst giving my poet’s brain some dozing time this weekend, I am looking to two of my wordsmith heroes and pilfering their greatness for my post. From one of the masters of verse, W. H Auden, comes the poem ‘Funeral Blues’, which I…
Rat.
The poetic task on this happy Friday was to write an elegy on the subject of ‘fog’, using a metaphor. Here goes… Rat. The sight was hazed, the stature awry, When whistling chaperoned the blindness. Our bones would knock as sea-bound rocks, As…
