Sunday Sonnet (Rhyme-Free and on a Monday), #22, 2015

[Image sourced from Pinterest] A sip of wine, moment of time in which to craft a line, some verse, words full worthy of being read: consumed by strangers’ eyes. A small intimacy this, a new trust and confidence of hopes, desires all too ephemeral.  Mind weary, lids heavy – to sleep perchance to dream –…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #32, 2015

[Image from Flickr, Celeste Njoo] [Inspired by Emancipator’s “Nevergreen”:] Light, so sudden, cutting through the dark.  Action slow, brain subdued to semi-consciousness from the beating and despair. Eyes focusing, skull in pain protesting. A hand reaching down, a grip firm on her arms, pulling her up and out to the above.  Uncharted skies at the…

Sunday Sonnet [Using Alternative Rhyme Scheme], #21, 2015

[Image from Montana Mountain Knitting Needles] A needle in each hand, single strands of wool becoming one, changing to a whole. If only time could be unravelled; love could be reknit, guided to not take toll as it often did.  Such power a dove would fall for, lust for a beating heart all consumed by…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #31, 2015

[Image by Polygonbronson] [Inspired by Bring Me The Horizon’s “Happy Song”:] A glance, lit by light dancing off teary eyes: image of hope in a remnant of disaster. And he knew. Encapsulate in a forgotten gem lay possibility of salvation through revenge. Tears ceased. Reaching forward, he firmly grasped the golden skull, squeezed in anger…

Sunday Sonnet [On a Monday, Eschewing Rhyme Scheme], #20, 2015

[Image from Flickr] The cat purred on her lap, content beneath fingers warped with age and toil.  Looking out on the garden, modest yet well-tended, she mused on the past, dropped the gates on who she’d been – had had to be, for him.  The chair rocked back and forth, lending rhythm to the flow…

Tuesday Tunes [On a Thursday] – Poetry Through Music, #30, 2015

[Image by Rhyn Williams] [Inspired by Foreign Fields’ “Little Lover”:] Lying on the floor, cold and dirty, shivering not because of this, not because of her near nudity, but the shock – realisation he wasn’t coming. Hand outstretched across the floor, palm up and waiting, shaking, she grasped but darkness and only the shadows embraced…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #29, 2015

[Image from Raven Essences] [Inspired by Half Moon Run’s “Throes”:] It was perfect, crystalline – yet not, of course; very real in its diamond state.  No impurities for his Angel. He could already see it adorning her hand, fingers stroking his skin like she used to. Unbreakable – this rock, her (used to have to be,…