18 Oct 2015

Inhalation

Last breath of summer
expands autumn's golden lungs; 
winter can whistle.



  
Written for my adaptation of the Jackson Pollock chosen by Tess today, for her Mag 290

6 Sept 2015

The Pact


Among the clouds an angel flies
in swift retreat from stormy skies.
The heaven’s sun-gold glow of light
spreads its path; to our delight
this promises that, after rain,
its beams will bless the land again.
So it has been since time began,
this pact between both god and man 
and natural law’s perfected plan.


With thanks to the prompt this week from Tess at MagpieTales.  I took a tiny snippet from the photo, then kept this down to a mere 55 words, in memory of G-Man.

3 Jul 2015

It's all about the viewpoint...

That's true of many different scenarios, as I'm sure you'd agree. But this time, I'm using it somewhat literally.
There is a small group of writers who meet at my house once a month, to share their latest works and to give each other ideas to spark the imagination. For the July meeting, each person picked a card from a Tarot pack, and this was mine:-
Sorry for the wonky photo I took, but my scanner was temporarily out of commission! But as soon as I saw the illustration, my attention was focussed on the little camel - not, as you might have imagined, the mysterious Blue Lady Behind The Veil!

No matter how often I looked at the card,  the camel took center stage each time.

Camels

The Dromedary has one hump,
the Baktrian has two.
Sometimes a human ‘gets the hump’
but surely, that’s not true
of you nor I, I fondly hope ?
Our brains can think of cunning ways
to help us both to cope
with minor disappointments
as we travel on life’s path –
for we can seek the funny side
and simply have a laugh!



20 Jun 2015

Telephonic Tall Tales?

And all at the tail end of this week, after belatedly seeing the Magpie prompt picture which made me hunt out and edit, yet again, a poem which started life many years ago.
It's had several incarnations, but seems to get reborn in a slightly different guise each time, but at appropriate moments, of which I feel this is one...The Wimbledon season is fast approaching...

Love Match?

We serve and volley our thoughts
like the tennis players at Wimbledon,
bouncing them from mind to mind
across the net of distance
stretched taught between us.

I sometimes feel you are waiting
to demolish me with an ace to end all aces...

And the score board will declare
"Game set and match to the telephone."