Tag: poet
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The Lion’s Share
Camel aside, the straw that broke the lion’s back was not in fact a straw at all, but the utter gall of the Pride arriving after the fall, Her cry was guttural and yet they stalled, But had they been there still – had that been their will – curiosity may not have lured this…
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Dog Fight
Territory marked, Dogs circle and bark, Backs arched and mouths part with that hallmark foam, And she can only watch them posture, sidelined imposter fostering the hope that they long disowned, But it’s all for show, And in the battle throes, As the guttural drum beats grow, When Chaos takes the throne (Erebus in tow),…
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Hurt
#NaPoWriMo Day One Another April, another month long writing challenge courtesy of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). Yesterday’s prompt (I am a little late) was to write an instructional poem, or a disinstructional poem. I read disinstruction and thought of rebellion. Of being instructed to do something and not doing it. So this is what…
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Duck egg, Blue
Trust is a fragile hue, A duck egg, Blue, Transparent shell, You can hardly tell it’s there but not there, It all depends how you look at it, But don’t look at it for too long, Eyes water, Blink and it’s gone.
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Rumour Has It
Rumour has it, You have something close to chest, Suppressed, And I’m impressed For somehow you pressed your finger to your lips – Careful not to let your secret slip – As you fed me soothing snippets, Appeasing tidbits, That quicked the nail upon your fingertip, Stripped by the sharpness of a forked tongue, Crisp,…
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Tiny Hope
From my window I watch cars as they pass a line of box-like houses. A bus stop opposite shelters a gaggle of commuters, the fine April rain making them hunch like vultures as they wait. Next door a dog barks. Farther afield I hear children scream in carefree delight. Spring is trying to awaken, buds…
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While I Wait
I wait while dragons breathe white hot fire into the fields of endless bluebells, I wait for you whilst elves set to work knitting blades of grass, I wait for you to come while Gaia sings and chicks begin to harmonise, I wait for you to come back to me While wizards wave their wands,…
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Poor, Poor Joan
Another victim is brought to tears by these antisocial miscreants, My colleague goes to roll his eyes and, silently, I must chastise him, As she calls on us to stop it, I pull a tissue from my pocket, From his he pulls his mobile phone and averts his eyes from poor, poor Joan. And as…
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Knots
Anxiety. It’s never a mere stomach knot. It’s like a coarse frayed entanglement of rope that’s devoured as it sinks into a molten metal mire deep deep deep inside, Fires fly and gases rise, Beastly belching bubbles that swell and explode like fireworks of fury, All the while an angry tremor bellows through the scalloped…
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Cowboys
Tomorrowland; a far off place, The island at the top of the world, Benji the hunted, Now you see him, now you don’t, RUN, COUGAR, RUN! Castaway cowboy, Escape from the dark, Midnight madness, The black hole, the wild country, The watcher in the woods, Dragonslayer, wild, Something wicked this way comes in search of…
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Poetry Book – This Haggard Alice by Serena Malcolm
After 19 years of writing poetry I have finally taken a leap and published my first book of poetry. The eclectic collection entitled This Haggard Alice showcases an array of styles, topics and emotions, thereby offering something for everyone – hopefully! It’s currently available to buy through Lulu (click the button below) and will be…
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The Launch by Reece Malcolm
So I have been writing since I was 7, inspired by my father’s own passion for poetry and his enviable way with words. My older brother’s remarkable love affair with poetry also started at a young age and his career has really taken off this year. You should check him out if you get a…
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