Fire

a crackle of cockatoos & deafening smoke feathers take on the gore flint sharp, the white-hooked scream Written for Sarah's dVerse poetics. "the 4 elements"

Quadrille #156 “Wrap”

Truckie's Idyll Wrap me in kitsch this adumbral night; purple me with stars and a step-through moon. Set me to rolling milestone swift, swath-bottomed and cone-eyed, trundling beneath branches that crowd like puzzle pieces, roadside grasses breathe me in and out - feathered lungs fanfaring dreams Written for dVerse - Mish's Quadrille prompt "wrap"

#Petite Pen #Twiglet

Ron Hicks Unwanted our child my belly and you list losses... tears of griffins couldn’t salt my heart like your face now blank as the steel sky oh grant me some bloody sun Written for K. Hartless' Petite Pen Ekphrasis - Ron Hicks' artwork and Misky's Twiglet #283 (steel sky)

Tuscan Slumber

Artwork by Vincent Romero fragrant slumber scarfed in shadows and a Tuscan breeze the grass will bear her pretty dent into the night bathed in dew - the unmet tears of stars Written for K Hartless' Petite Pen (30 words or less)

winter lovers

Artwork by Bronwyn Tracey pearl sky day in arched flight curve of a galah’s wing beneath trees so slow to undress, puddles of gold reflect scraps of lingerie grey silk robe long naked fingers pry surfaces ripple

Loving

Artwork by Vincente Romero Written for Petite Pen at Yardsale of Thoughts (no more than 30 words)

Sevenling (I rake leaves..)

I rake leaves and contemplate the selling of beauty as a capitalist ideal: boxed and essenced, smelling sweet. Meanwhile, the western sky rips apricot horizons from blue. Another day ends in brutal waxing. No, hun. That's just a sunset. I read Misky's lovely Sevenling and thought... that's a form I could try! I hope you … Continue reading Sevenling (I rake leaves..) →

Witch hunt

Emma Femi P. A necklace of goldfish wrappedlike cord - my pillowed chin -hang me in the streammy bubblesannounce my sentenceto the stars written in response to K Hartless' Petite Pen (image found by K. Hartless)

Insomnia

Le Sommell by Salvador Dali Lately she finds sleep propped on fragile sticks // vinegar nights their pale heat blanching the sky. Closed eyes reveal nothing but absence // unbalanced retreat of shadows into thought. It's all a constant toppling, reaching for Earth but thrashing on... this cursed flight Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday "In … Continue reading Insomnia →

Birthday Party

A flower of bread brown rolls risen against each other, wooden petals of the deodar And on the stove four glistening pots huddle winter soup's quiet breath Wedges of cheese, yellow and thick the talk over sticky date pudding clustered verbs and violets

Twiglet #277

In the Carpark in the carpark long puddles my wheels splinter a church steeple and wobble autumnal trees later, feeling daring I plant my boot in the wide grey sky and watch it rattle like wind juice Written for Twiglet #277 "wind rattles"

Cloud

(a shadorma) Fist of cloud breaks through severe blue like mushrooms’ slow jeté... or is it just graffiti - sky paint from a can?

a failure in optimism

(hopefully brief) we are all but sharks in the planet’s glowing tides snapping at spilled blood and exhausted by a need to grow teeth some days a deep breath means looking up... missing keystones and folded tower-blades, all in the seven greys of a dead fish, clouds raked into piles and societies bent low, as … Continue reading a failure in optimism →

Watching Chooks

In the style of Kay Ryan In the backyard strands of trash plastic, twine or haberdash scratched up from decades now past by chooks. They don’t aim to be iconoclasts; they just scratch and their beady eyes seek bugs or roots or wormy writhe. And as they dig the little chicks check the minutiae of … Continue reading Watching Chooks →

blue cheese

blue and food leaves some people uncomfortable we are the nudist beaches of the cheese world smiling sand finding crevices sticking to sunscreen it’s on the nose NAPOWRIMO Day 20 - anthropomorphise a type of food

Absent Friends

"Roses" by Anna Eliza Hardy cut from the waist a fallen petal measures the weight of shadows written for dVerse poetics - using the name of a rose in a poem or as a title. I chose the name "Absent Friends".

Star Rustlers

Hush wild stars! Your silver glow attracts thieves... cowboys are priming their astral lassos - their hats cast ten gallon shadows. But the moon waits, sheriff badge bright. So stop your flames! Written for dVerse (2 prompts) March 10 - the tetractys - Ray Stebbing’s eponymous form which is a triangular syllabic of 1;2;3;4;10. and … Continue reading Star Rustlers →

Way to Go

into the morning from stacked apartments an explosion of puppies uncomplicated eyes the darkness of peach pips and holding fruits immeasurable Written for Linda G Hill's #SoCS prompt "way to go"

Twiglet #264

in the shower, she enjoys singing notes larking and spurling twisting curlicues escape the window men pass by: smart suits, thin ties and see the steam with its ride of melody they hear hair like rivers running satin and creamy shoulders bare as sunshine and hip bones wrapped in peach skin they picture fringed eyes, … Continue reading Twiglet #264 →

Haiku

frayed clouds like two white roosters sky's blue umbrage

Mess

clouds like scraps of rabbit pelt it’s an entrail sky dripping pink and viscous blue the horizon in swollen apocalypse Written for Miz Quickly Jan 6 "write about a mess"

Higher

Imagine (she said to the sky) if I were but a snip of smoke exhaled from a god’s mouth smelling of toothpaste and whatever tobacco you grow up there. I guess we’d all be higher beings. Written for Twiglet #258 "Snip of smoke"

careless horror

a snail’s death smear this splintered trail spiral unbound one sad stalked eye seems to regard body's liquid bloom

Two Vignettes

(i) My hatted head 'neath the bald sky; grey and secret. A plover's egg. (ii) Two wattle birds in flurried cluster; piggy-back flight towards Spring.

Winter Morning

ceiling of domed glass and great the fall through blue nothing to trees-tops where we lie shredded & flossy our splattered jewelery cast about us feigning preciousness a gauzy net of moisture