Nerve’s Ending

Posted: February 12, 2018 in thought stream, urban poems

At dverse De is hosting and has challenged us to write a Quadrille ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘murmur’!

She hates the dark.
How it closes slowly
like a fist squeezing
out the daylight.

How it murmurs
through her bones
that crack like
fragile sea shells.

How all her words
are icicles shattering
on the ground,
spraying syllables
into a silent night.


Bella Donna

Posted: January 23, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse Bjorn is hosting and has challenged us to write a poem about poisonous flowers!

She loves you
she loves you not
she loves
picking petals, crushing leaves
feeding you berries until
your blood’s a deadly
shade of night.
Until you think this love
is not quite right because

your throat is dry
speech is slurred
heart is racing
vision blurred

And yet you still drink in
her every word.

She’s your passion flower
and her dolls eyes
so big and dark
they draw you in
until you cannot move
cannot breath, completely
frozen by her beauty.

She loves you
she loves you not.

Poisonous plants:
Actaea pachypoda: known as doll’s eyes or white baneberry.
Atropa belladonna: known as deadly nightshade or devil’s cherry
Passilfora caerulea: known as passion flower

Note: bella donna is derived from Italian and means beautiful woman because night shade drops were used by them to dilate the pupils of their eyes to make them appear seductive.

Light In Shadows

Posted: January 15, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

dverse tonight and it’s Quadrille time when De wants our 44-word poem to include the word ‘bounce’.

We sit and watch the river
break its back over rocks,
catch our breath as light
bounces through fractured
water. Undercurrent shadows
are sucked away downstream.
In those we see times when noise
was closed out and we rested
in the silence of being.

dVerse anthology

Posted: January 5, 2018 in default

Delighted to have two poems in here which feature quality work from poets in Europe, America, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Africa.


Moving On

Posted: October 23, 2017 in thought stream, urban poems

At dverse it is Quadrille night. Grace is in charge and has us writing a 44 word poem to include the word ‘creak’

7.30am he puts on his headphones,
shuts out the day, strides
down the platform and gets
on the train. He can’t hear
the creak of his seat as it
swings down the line. Just the beat
in his mind of the life left behind.

All At Sea

Posted: October 17, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse tonight Kim is in charge of Tuesday Poetics and wants us to focus on a particular aspect of autumn. This was inspired by seeing lines of leaves drifting down river yesterday.

Strings of leaves stretch out
down river.

                A fleet of fire boats,

driven by the current.

Under full sail

                bouncing along, riding the ripples.

 Reds and ambers.

So light they barely touch water.

Bristling downstream,
an autumn invasion.

A growing flotilla. Countless boats

                launched from trees.

Joining our visions poured into the river,

The moors we saw

                heather, stonechat, dry stone walls
small bent trees, a palette of lichens.

The sunsets we saw

                breathing fire over the ridge

woods that ghosted out of the mists, a single swan,
moonlight, shadows, stars jewelling the weir.

This is the cycle, this is the ride
taking everything down to the river mouth.

At the turn of the tide,
the turn of the season

it’s all gathered up and carried away.