(i) the moon with patina of mushroom skin premiers in a stodgy sky she’s shrouded in the feathers of candles’ breezy death. (ii) imagine if one galaxy were a grapefruit: dimpled skin and the mirrored arching through soft amber caverns what colour is the sun? (iii) a pomegranate between the flesh-white stars disguises itself as … Continue reading Still Life with Night Sky
Fay Collins "Sunset and Squally Showers, Connemara" The falling shale of a thunderbolt’s bellow cracked wide sun’s yolk a glow like breath of dragons emanated permeating sky's shelfless larder cloud syrup skein on skein perspiring down toward pigmented sea and granite blade and the steaming gratification of rainfall Written for Sarah's dVerse Poetics - Fay … Continue reading Beginning
You dressed yesterday in benevolent blue; your full skirted frock waist gathered in with the smell of Saturday’s lawn and bird cry's eighteen carat tinkle. Your jeweled neck its gracious curve promising protection at every horizon until this flogged night. A new you: clouds peeled back stark neon skeleton the slash of exposed bone and … Continue reading Summer Sky
Three men in baseball caps on Sunday’s oval: this sublime morning (like Vivaldi’s violins) elongates their shadow legs while the leashes of the three small dogs tangle calves in random wind until grown men must hop and wobble. Spring’s tickling breeze, its infinite busy fingers, plucks browned blossoms and drops them butterfly flitting to ground … Continue reading Sunday with Dogs
Between here and there an escape just large enough for those chickens who stand so whitely alongside that glazed wheelbarrow. (Yes, William Carlos Williams fills my emptiness some days). On one side, marigolds which they love to eat and on the other, their coop and then there’s me. The portal. I wish one would cry: … Continue reading In the Fence
Image by C Coles Phillips (1880-1927) (Like Mother's own sails she's cinched and stayed) It's early, driftwood quiet except for waters' lazy slap Far off, through pearly haze she knows the summer harbour its busy stone window and the framing stench of fish. But here, there's the pleasure of an empty deck the sky blue … Continue reading Blue Morning
Gueorgui Pinkhassov, NYT Magazine Sept 2021 The girl has red hair, sheet fine and flickable and red shoes, Dorothy shoes, with laces and legs that mean dancing smooth and strong. The boy has a football, not a soccer ball one of those egg-shaped ones that flip flop, like ducks’ tails side to side, flip flop, … Continue reading Dragon Rich
The sky shiny blue Thai silk - you would rip a portion and hang it like a Mantra curtains leading into the day. Step into the sun the subtle hum of traffic melding with the bees petrol fumes forgotten. Floral scents unfurl rosemary from your herb garden the kalistamon next door a giant Cootamundra wattle … Continue reading How it might’ve been…
Today Miz Quickly asked us to link an image (below) with a fairy tale. Morning leaked slow, a peach juice ooze on flagged floor and basin grim. Its warming fingers sneaking, slinking found her cheeks as if in fun but even beauty, she'd learned is fickle company and she batted tiredly the light from her … Continue reading Rapunzel
(Photo Prompt + Twiglet) Photo from Miz Quickly This track in sinuous green parallels the river’s rush and the runner with embered cheeks, heaves breath through singed lungs. Stars burn in the sun-touched water
Out of the Cave 