At dverse tonight it’s Quadrille time set by Kim to celebrate the 50th anniversary of The Beatles iconic Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. Consequently the poem is to include the word ‘pepper’.

He peppers his conversations
with her name, all the time
saying she is now of no consequence.

His favourite story is when they
flew to Oslo. Last minute
to see the northern lights.

He is anchored in a deep water harbour,
still not casting off.
No longer captain of his ship.

At dverse tonight it’s Quadrille time: a 44 word poem to include the word ‘storm’. This is actually something I saw while driving home from Exeter this afternoon.

He is working hard,
wing tip feathers flickering
like a silent movie,
tail constantly twisting and flaring.

He fights to hang his body
while behind a storm builds,
wind racing ahead of it .

Finally the buzzard surrenders,
is gathered up, hurled at the hills.

Recycling

Posted: May 9, 2017 in nature poems

At dverse tonight Bjorn Rudberg wants us to write a poem about soil.

Under a microscope
is an avalanche
of rocks and minerals

Boulders and stones
have been crushed
by elemental forces,

pounded out of vision.
Take a handful
of the remains,

fill a pot,
plant a seed.
Wait for a new world.

Silenced by the Sunset

Posted: April 11, 2017 in nature poems

Tonight at dverse Lillian wants us to take the top song of the year we were born and weave its title into a poem. Mine is Riders in the Sky by Vaughn Monroe ~ the big hit of <cough> 1949

riders in the sky label

Black specks of gulls
smudge a bloodied sky
as they head away
to roost for the night.
These riders of
the air spend daylight
blade whirling over town,
filling it with their
banshee cries. But
before a fierce setting
sun they become mute,
slip away down river
to some hidden place
and are pinned there
by the silence of stars.
Surrendering those
darkest of hours to
noiseless hunters that
cleave apart shadows
with sonar
and eyes
filled with light.

gulls at sunset

Ascension

Posted: March 27, 2017 in thought stream, urban poems

It’s quadrille night at dverse and De has asked us to write a 44-word poem that includes the word ‘balloon’. This idea was penned earlier today in an Exeter café bar!

Rising up into a black ceiling,
all those word balloons
floating out, an unintelligible
cacophony. Just snatches heard.

              I’m a glorified stewardess really.

              It was a nasty moment.

Moving mouths, gestures thrown
around the café bar.
All those emotions discarded
over Americanos and lattes.

coffee bar

Crows Weep a River

Posted: March 21, 2017 in nature poems

At dverse tonight Paul Dear asks us to write a poem about rivers. The photo is an initial scribbling in my notebook of an idea for this poem – plus doodle!

He was a piece of night,
broken off,
left behind.
A crow smudging daylight
and in his eye a star was trapped.

He wept it free on high moors
and it began to run

through
sphagnum moss,
round granite,
gathering up a thousand
crow-dropped stars.
It led them to a hollow,
there they pooled and waited.

Another day,
a cloud burst of crows,
a dam breaks,

a galaxy streams downhill,
sears through the valley.

crow doodle 2