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 uncertain, a wreck you hauled In spite of the grave that shrouded the eye. It […]
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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 thrill, Artificial in flirtation, A moonphase away from a world Quilted in blue.
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 her rage. The words abandoned their sensical path, instead bulging the brain as indecipherable mush. […]
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 first heard as a ten year old that, for some reason, after having taped it […]
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 we tripped the dance of the inebriated. Thanks to the Daily Post for the […]