Sunday Sonnet [with Altered Rhyme Scheme], #5, 2016

[Image by Tautvydas Davainis] As she watched the spiders traversing the ceiling, she knew delirium had set in, but realisation did not yet serve to dissipate the illusion.  The sun shone on all beyond the curtain, left hope on the other side of patterned red flowers.  For inside her room was dark, the domain of…

Sunday Sonnet [Rhyme-Free], #4, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] Percolator steaming, perfuming the kitchen air, mingling with scent of pancakes cooking on the stove: breakfast rhythm to start the weekend with, dance to bring in the freedom of no cares but the laissez-faire attitude to be expected of these two little days, unshackled from desks, let out from the office to pursue…

‘Cast Away’ – A Poetic Continuance

[Image Author’s Own] [Inspired by Etherwood’s “Cast Away”:] Paper cranes are flying on the ceiling, shadows stretching to the fan – a fallen carousel – whirling on with the wingèd band. As she tilts her head, surveys it all through gaps between fingers – slits in the fabric of her ink-stained hands – soft rustle of feathers…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #3, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] [Inspired by Silences’ “Sister Snow”:] Shades of grey in white relief. Cold solid glazed with frosting, softening sharp angles of the city; muting sound of feet, endless steps.  A space, brief, in which to think, consider without pressure what really – round another block – what actually is happening here.  Indeed, where had…

Sunday Sonnet [with Alternative Rhyme-Scheme], #3, 2016

[Image Author’s Own] Ever vigilant lookout for mistress, he watches, waits, sees movement and then warns. Muscular guard becloaked in fur, distress only for possibility, the thorn of doubt, that he might fail in duty, born from a great love for his caring mistress. Whatever danger, whichever foe, dawn to dusk his job is never…

‘Small Memory’ – A Poetic Continuance

[Image sourced from selftransformation.org] I hadn’t actually intended to undertake another ‘continuance’ so soon after the last, but in an available slot of a quarter of an hour this evening I had pause to jot – in some manner or other – a passing idea.  Paperwork strewn around, I was scribbling away (old style, pen…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #2, 2016

[Image from Pinterest] [Inspired by Bon Iver’s “Holocene”:] Each day  stepping (twenty four counting stones), head held high, towards tomorrow. No slips allowed. Each week flowing, moving cloud-like, into the next: she was fine.  Free as the cormorant overhead, broad black wingspan a shadow swooping low, looping round to check she didn’t stray from this…

‘Journey’ – A Poetic Continuance

[Image sourced from dreamstime] At the start of last year, I undertook the task of revivifying my tendency to verse scribblings with Poetic Beginnings, thanks to the (quite literally) free flowing musical influence of Spotify.  Each poem was (for the most part) titled as each inspirational song and, now that newly born 2016 has come…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #1, 2016

[Image from galleryhip] [Inspired by Sia’s “Chandelier”:] Strange, this newness. Had thought she’d be reborn: so much hype. Like expecting a butterfly to materialise from a handful of dust.  Overlooking that life/death divide; bitter contradiction. Can a person rebirth themselves? A quickening from cold history: such a tempting possibility. But the new… That’s the ingredient she’d…

Sunday Sonnet [with Alternative Rhyme-Scheme], #1, 2016

[Image from source] Broken dream blinked out with a fairy light bulb: black nothingness amid the masses, their illumination taunting; so bright their “other”.  (Should have known each wish, it smashes another piece of Hope, hacks off a chunk, when it’s swept away with the dead needles from the pine; sucked into dust – clunk, inside…