Starstruck
Starstruck Stars, but not ours, night after night in the dark. Myriads of patterns, studied since time began. The sun, our star, day after day in the light. A solitary arc, worshipped since time began.
Light Years
A lined face staring from the glass blocks out the past and tinnitus encodes the hiss and afterglow of his conception eighty years ago. He tries to find that podgy boy who went on trips to France. No chance. The misted eyes probe back in time but cannot see, although a light beam never lies […]
Day 28.
Stars. What do they mean to you? Here’s Selima Hill : http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=16650 Stars and symbolism. PS. Tomorrow’s prompt will be published in Workshop category.
Fallen hero
Fallen hero Always so sure of himself in life, he had a surprise when he died. He hung around for a while, reluctant to leave all his family, friends and colleagues. Rather looked forward to witnessing their eulogies and outpourings of grief. But he found that in his detached state not only could he hear […]
Day 27.
Heroes. Have a look at John Fairfax’s Imperfect Knight : http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=13920 Go on – be a hero.
Cafe Noir
The aging blonde with the paperback doesn’t look up from her cappuccino. A finger flickers for a moment; her hand rests on a page. Just so. The waitress smiles as she swipes my Visa, updates her records, slices cake, sweeps crumbs into small containers, checks my knife for DNA. This is it. The man with […]
Getting to know you
Getting to know you When I look into your eyes I can see someone peeping out. A secret someone, someone I’ve yet to meet. Someone hiding behind the mask you always wear. But if I pull off that mask, will I find your true self or just another disguise? Are you a Russian doll? Must […]
Day 26.
Do you have a secret life (real or imaginary)? Try Olive Senior : http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=14915 Secrets.
Love Poem to my LEG Washing-machine
I love your spotless square white box, your gaping steely jaws; I love to watch my pants and socks whirl round inside your maw. I love your groans, I love your mutter, your swish and swash, your splutter-splutter. But when you sing your little song to tell me that my wash is done, I love […]
Noises off
Noises off Silence across the fields. Bright, clear, calm today. Not a breath of wind, trees standing stock-still, leaves hung out on display without the slightest tremor. No-one to be seen. Just a few sparrows flitting here and there, only the faintest tweetling rustling in the hedgerows. But then from over a hill comes the […]