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Old Town Loses Its Song

Posted: February 21, 2017 in default

Tonight at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/     Oloriel is hosting and wants us to write suburban poetry. Of course the suburbs can spawn so many different emotions all over the world!

At Rackenford Meadows
it’s the town’s last stand.
Country tracks are diverted
and the rest of the land
is sinking under a weight
of concrete and bricks.
A pox on the landscape,
a fox moving out
as monotonous houses
thrust through the earth.
Fields ripped up,
lawns to be laid down,
spine road to split.
An avenue here,
a close over there
a drive sweeping round
all garishly lit
and fences
and fences
and fences
and fences
hemming in the dilemmas
of homes, a hundred
small islands living alone.
Battles were lost up Canal
Hill, along Bolham Road
and now the old town
is trapped in suburbia.
Only the river escapes
drumming over the weir
taking with it the song
of a town that lived here.

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Panic Of Paths

Posted: January 31, 2017 in default

Tonight at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ Mish has introduced us to Canadian artist Ally Saunders and asked us to select one of her paintings as a base for a poem.

A panic of paths
spider through woods.
There’s no strategy
they just flee
in all directions.
Flowing blood red,
hunting for a way out.
They start filling the sky.
An anxious sun
watches them come
as Earth melts
into the universe.

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Many Paths by Ally Saunders.
You can catch her work here http://allyart.ca/

 

Taking a break

Posted: February 9, 2016 in default

at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ we are meeting the challenge of writing a 44 word poem to include the word ‘lull’

Sky is beaten to the colour of slate,
brooding but briefly spent.

And for now the wind is nothing
more than a leaf-whisperer.

In this quiet the river clings to its bed,
trembling woods are still full of panic.

This lull will not last.

School

Posted: August 18, 2015 in default

at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ we are writing about school days. As my old reports testify, they were not the best days of my life!

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Behind the door
‘This will not do’
are not memorable years
‘Could do better’
Frustration pulsating on both
sides of the desk.
‘Disappointing set of results’
No strands threading through
to the me
in the now.
Nothing formed
on a classroom potter’s wheel.
‘Quickly loses interest’
All those opinions are locked away
in an attic. Dust gatherers.
Under examination it is clear
we all missed the mark.

To an Unknown Artist

Posted: August 11, 2015 in default

at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ today we are dipping into history and the world of nameless artists

Light is yours to command.
You will use this energy,
a magician
casting burning into shadows
where it scatters black into fearful places
leaving it to tread lightly across
mercurial paths. Opening furnace doors
you allow molten photons to pour
across canvas
shaping and reshaping into colours
that cling to your eyes.

With brush and sight
you weave patterns
pulled from nebulae
that have been created
by a sorcery above thinking
until

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and mind
and flames
and vision
flare
and die.

You sit spent in dark, head on chest
your name locked in the brush
that hangs limp in your hand.

Trick of the Light

Posted: July 1, 2015 in default

To link up with The Platform at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.se/ this is a poem from my debut collection, Fault Line, just published by Lapwing

You are looking at a lie I wanted to say. Puncturing this dark are
numberless stars that died oh how many million years ago and
yet here they are, diamonds in the river, lights in lovers eyes,
levers freeing a thousand poets’ lines.

Those bold bright dot-to-dot trillion megawatt pinprick beams
of Pleiades, The Plough and Sagittarius always steal the show,
but come with me. To some place so remote where no unnatural
light clouds the night. Maybe the Atacama, no neons there.

Then once your eyes adjust to the true reality of dark, a zillion
stars, a thousand constellations, nebulas, the Milky Way will
dazzle you into silence. So much light travelling from places that
had gone before we were.