Flight of the……

November 27, 2021poem, Poetrydark, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Through liquid night
across cloud shrouded moon
curving with the universe
speckled by starlight I swish and curl
slinking over tree tops.
Looking for you.

Two poems up at the Bind Collective

November 24, 2021garden, poem, Poetrybeauty, Gardening, Life, nature, poem, poetry, published poemThe Cheesesellers Wife

Yay!! I have two poems up on the excellent Bind Collective site:

https://bindcollective.org/2021/11/24/soil/

Compostable Love is all about the abundant life and wonder in a compost heap, while Meditation tells you about sowing seeds , that ‘promise to the near future‘.

Many thanks to Ella & Flo for publishing my poems!

Fresh strengthening winds

November 24, 2021Azores, poem, Poetryazores, dolphins, nature, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Fresh strengthening winds from the north roughen the open ocean
Our small boat slams into waves that grow in size, our fear also grows
Dolphins come alongside, chatter and leap, make a game of it all

This poem is my attempt at sing the sijo form. Sijo is a traditional Korean poetry form. It has three lines, like haiku, and the lines are 14-16 syllables. The themes can be natural, spiritual or humorous.

Thank you Rebecca for your poetry Challenge that introduced me to this form.

https://fakeflamenco.com/2021/04/13/april-2021-sijo-poetry-challenge/

The photo on this blog was taken by my then 12 year old son, on the trip the poem describes……

Poem in the Yellow Arrow Journal

November 23, 2021poem, Poetrypoem, poetry, published poemThe Cheesesellers Wife

My poem ‘All the Rivers of the World flow within us’ is published today in the new issue of the Yellow Arrow Journal:

Accepting Yourself: Yellow Arrow Journal (Vol. VI, No. 2) ANFRACTUOUS — Yellow Arrow Publishing

My edible home has no gingerbread

November 20, 2021Fantasy, poem, Poetry, speculative poetryFantasy, poem, poetry, speculative poetry, witchThe Cheesesellers Wife

Its colours are cold and serious
and the clocks stopped a long time ago

Being alone for a long time
I have started to listen differently

Everything turns outward
but I turn up in all the wrong places

The witch is never dead
just sitting lonely in her edible home

My Cheese seller challenged me to write a poem with this title…….

Wearing down the years

November 17, 2021Life, poem, PoetryLife, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

A disconsolate shadow
haunts my ears
whispers deep into my skull
who are you?

Like my Father

November 13, 2021Life, poem, PoetryDad, father, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

I cannot run like my Father
his swift grace beyond
my stuttering pace

I have a temper like my Father
and that need for perfection
but I’ve mastered each

I love like my Father
immensely, extravagantly
wholeheartedly

I smothered my art like my Father
unlike me, he trained at art school
we both eventually came back to it

I have sought adventure like my Father
sailing, climbing, travelling
longing for sun, sea, mountains

I long for a splendid future like my Father
spaceships and aliens

I cherish nature like my Father
walking, seeing, immersing myself
in glorious life

Pink

November 10, 2021Life, poem, PoetryLife, Masculinity, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

One year all the museum shops had them
the usual puzzle in a complex world
erasers inscribed with As.

Arsenic and its atomic weight
never any other elements
no oxygen for breathing or fluoride to strengthen teeth
just death on bright pink.
That autumn everyone had one in their pencil case you said
at school , no one knew whose was whose.

The pink never bothered you
it would have fractured the fragile toxic masculinity
of many men, the kind that now collects large knives
protection they say.
Do their makeup laden wives feel protected I wonder?