All posts tagged: poet

Walking These City Streets #DVersePoetics

We walk till our soles protests at every stop-sign and crossing place. Like stitch splitting when you slow for breath, the burn thickens.   We are far from home, further still from familiar, so we cannot pause on this side-street, or linger on a corner place as we might do elsewhere.   We can stretch our steps, gnash the concrete paves into cobbles and pathways. Break highways down to track.   Trip over the ache beneath onto older ground. Learn how to read reassurances of new landmarks.   Wander until this is home.

When Our Monuments Burn

Fire-dwarfed we all sit, stand, wait, drawing along timelines scythe-eyed for news or perhaps revelation that this is all just a dream, a joke.   Dust-tongued our words dry up like sand through an hour glass. All gone and past leaving only empty air. A promise cracked apart.   History pour out, breaks the damn of grief and dark-vowelled words, replacing now with then as what will be already spread its roots in the tear-culled.      

Language Past – #DVersePoet #Quadrille

She was legs, hips, breasts, and bone. Same as a cow, worth less perhaps.   Dredged up words from the dark well of your mouth, not ancient, just old.   “Ace” a hiss, curled around the syllable.   Careful, you are wearing history with no place here. Tonight’s Quadrille prompt from the bar is the word ‘Ace’. I did a bit of a google search and discovered that in the middle ages, the word ‘ace’ could be used to be ‘of no worth’ or ‘bad luck’.

Cascade #NaPoWriMo #DVersePoetics

You have to swim here. Kick to keep afloat, and scoop the water into yourself, with arms winged either side of a weightless body.   Dug out by the flow, a pool deepened by cascade. A bridge masked by track and concrete. This place is thick green almost jungle.   Clear right to the sand, easy to pretend I know this place. Too well to be tricked. Safety in confidence I say.   Water washes all clear away, but to where, and when, will it come to shore again?   A prompt mash up tonight. Ending on a question for NaPoWriMo Day Two and ‘Cascade‘ for dVersePoetsPub poetics night.

March Madness #DVersePoets #HaibunMonday

My sister and I are taking about family and afterwards I write about Wonderland. The way in which it frightened me as a child when Alice falls, and fall, and falls, and falls, and all the while the world is whirling upwards, downwards, outwards in patterns whorled inside each other like carnivorous flowers, too consumed with consuming each other to notice she is screaming. Someone asks me if I’m mad, without asking that specifically, because you know, that would be unkind. I tell her I’m not delusional. Reassure her, don’t mention again the shadows I keep seeing out of the corners of my eyes, my white rabbits flitting out of sight each time I turn. Put it down to an over active imagination. Tell myself the same. Spring plays peek-a-boo, the white rabbit’s ears twitch twice, I am clinging on.