November 2016 Challenge

  So you’ve written 31 poems in the las 31 days and you can’t just give up the habit. Habits. Make what you will of them… Here’s a poem by Jonathan Edwards: http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/nun-bicycle      

The Dopia

Grove upon grove Of olive trees Just growing Into an eternity Returning from antiquity A thousand years Or more Ancient gnarled entwined Their delightful purple harvest Fruits of the gods The olives Ready for the press The olive grove

The Wild Dogs

“Three A pack of wild dogs Feral scavengers Yet not aggressive Loveable in fact Under coats of dust and dirt Lie two Trusting large brown eyes Yet crafty canine eyes Under a cover of partial mistrust Likeable to look at Barking howling Squealing Asking “Where is my food?” They bark to the Ferals on the […]

Dove and water

Clear water A dove drinks A caress of raindrops As she flutters Beneath the cascade Of cold water There just for her As she relishes her Cool drink With seed in abundance Lying on a dry earth She perches there Quietly cooing Now replete    

The honey guide bird

With the cries of the birds Perhaps the honey-guide I come across a flounce of red flowers In a pearlescent dusk The bees must have a name for it Lazy-blowing fragrance Of the carnation border They must have a name for it too In bee language Honey flowers Here and there More and more As […]

Haiku, Anne, 4

From under a camphor tree Was given to me A tiny maiden flower

Haiku, Anne, 2

One hears the cuckoo Singing about the peony Near the temple dome  

Poem from open mic night

Come dander through the valley When summer’s ease has loosed us we dander through her lanes sky-wide and tree-tall lush. Some days when world has noosed us we spangin through fields crop-deep and farmer-booted. But oh my love my heart turns cold when you are wrapped in winter secrets and hake and hurl the long […]

Window/Mirror

Window Seeing is believing, or… Looking out I see you looking in. But is the you I see the real you, or are you disguised? Mirror …not, as the case may be. Looking in I see me looking out. But is the me I see the real me, or am I deluded?

September 2016 Challenge

Here are two short poems from Katherine Towers (‘The Remedies’, Picador, 2015):   Rock Rose – a remedy for terror I can’t look down from this chalky brink. As I cling, I listen to the large sea rummaging for where the cliffs are soft, or thin.   Dog Rose – a remedy for those whose lives lack […]