30 Nov 2011


Life In Motion

Teeth engaged, cogs circle in disdain.
Not in smooth running, round-wheeled ways
but spasmodic clicks, with tricks to trip
the shape-shifting focus in a mind
searching for the calm centre of Now.

Binding past and future, pendulum thoughts
swing in Time's cradle, but do not
be lulled by their rhythm. Life's jagged edges
await to jolt the complacent dreamer
and catapult them into the present tense.

Imaginary Garden asks us to explore the realms of the metaphysical today - here's my attempt, also linked to dVerse and Poetry Pantry.

27 Nov 2011

Walled In?

Phantom shapes
crowd our awareness,
who beg for
attention. "Please acknowledge
this, our existence?"

these ghostly beings
in whispers
are an insistent army
who cannot find peace.

So our thoughts
seek recognition,
as they pass
through our minds,
clamouring to be noticed
until we pay heed.

This was sparked by today's Mapie Tales' photo by Christine Donnier-Valentin. Thanks, Tess!

25 Nov 2011

Look And Listen?

Fairies, fragile winged, fast-flying,
brilliantly outshine the lights
reflected by the sparkling dew-drops
left on blossoms overnight.

Pollen-laden stamens glisten,
surrounded by the glowing gems
of velvet flowers' scented mantles
swirling crenelated hems.

Gladly, bees collect this treasure,
toiling morning until night;
but fairies, far too busy playing,  
gambol to their heart’s delight.

If you listen, still and silent,
you may hear their tinkling tones,
see the showers of golden sun-motes
as fairies frolic while bees drone.

Chelsea Bednar's design, which I used for In Tandem, immediately made me think of this poem I wrote for my great niece, when she was much younger than she is now! Thanks, Chelsea!

21 Nov 2011


He meets She;
lips touch and sparks fly,
for ever
in a lifelong partnership,
evolved around love.

Tess at Magpie Tales gave us an unusual picture of a kiss for this week, which I have translated into a 'feel' factor, complete with a shadorma. ♥

19 Nov 2011


Imaginary Garden for real toads had a musical prompt for Friday, but as soon as I read the words "Sometimes, I write about how experiencing live music feels", I knew I would have to use this piece for my post. I saw this group, back in the eighties, play live at Chichester Festival Theatre. For those who don't know, its modern architecture is closer to the original form of 'theatre in the round', and the accoustics were incredible when Incantation played this music.


(Sorry this video no longer works, but  try this link instead...

Cacharpaya - Incantation - YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSkYpzikcdM )
Below are two poems I wrote as a result, and I'm leaving them just as they hit the page all those years ago, when this music spoke to me for the first time.

Incantation 1

Tarka, Quena, Drum, make the ether thrum.
The theatre's high vaulted dome would be the sky,
if the pipes were home, in Bolivia.

Joyous, noisome sound echos far around
and struggles to unleash the ties
that hold it earthbound, under skies that beckon.

Incantation 2

Bright music swirls around. Pan pipes, drums and flutes
hurling notes into the air, that soar on high and hover there,
then dive down helter-skelter chutes,
to the depths of the bass drum notes .

The ancient rhythms pound, robbing mind of thought;
soul and body both repeat the ancient music's dancing beat
that all the instruments have caught
with their glorious, rainbow sound.

18 Nov 2011

Non-poem For Toads?

Thoughts blur one into the other, like vibrant inks on wet paper, enticing my imagination to drift aimlessly hither and yon, grasping at phantoms and I am at a loss as to how they may be captured in words. Undefined, these hover on the outskirts of my awareness, misty, mocking my underlying need to communicate.  How do I prove to myself I am not the only inhabitant in this eerie world of Not-Quite-Here, on days like today, when my thoughts take on the jumbled aspect of coloured pieces in a kaleidoscope, but refuse to coalesce into coherent shapes, or patterns?

In Kerry's Wednesday Challenge for Toads, she asked us to write a 'prose poem' - I think I have painted one! ♥

17 Nov 2011

River Of Life

by Jacqui Binford-Bell
Sometimes life
asks for choice between
'yes' and 'no',
but it is
overridden by the flow
of willful currents.

Our free will
surrenders to them,
their rapids.
We are tossed
in a maelstrom of water
waiting for the calm.

But perhaps
we'll see the river
chose the route
we needed
to achieve the best result
for all, without help.

Thanks to Jacqui for allowing In Tandem to use her work.

13 Nov 2011

A Plea In Two Parts

Don't look back
to a past that might have been,
when in quiet moments
you have chance to dream.
Feel no regret for words unspoken;
guard your memories, as a token
of a tender love
that's lasted through the years,
and love like that
shouldn't give you cause for tears.

Now the space between us lengthens
as I watch you turn,
and start to walk away...
I hope that my will strengthens,
for my being longs to call to you
"Please stay!"
while I watch you turn,
and start to walk away...
Don't look back,
now it's time for us to part,
for if you do,
you might see a broken heart...

Once again, Tess at Magpie Tales has got me going with her unusual choice of photograph, which eventually produced this rather odd result, for a Jinksy....
And of course, Open Link Monday ties in so well at Imaginary Garden...

What A Belter!

In my parent's flat where I lived before I got married, Orion was framed by my bedroom window. It was always special to me, since the time when a science teacher at the Northern Grammar School had us girls meet up on a dark night, so she could point out all the constellations.
She also made sure we could repair fuses, replace an iron’s heating element and change a tap washer.
Thanks for the memory go to Dr FTSE and Imaginary Garden, Here’s my first Orion! LOL.

Belt of Orion beyond
bedroom window, lead my dreams,
made three diamond points of light
a focus in the darkness,
as my imagination
re-invented the Hunter,
strongbow ready, primed to shoot.

11 Nov 2011


Life's river 
melded this old pair.
Its eddies
and currents
bore them aloft, many years.
Now they dream beside its bank.

Thanks to Margaret Bednar for inspiring me to write this shadorma for In Tandem #18 - in between my coughing this afternoon!

6 Nov 2011

Cosmic Balance And The Number Seven

Three, balanced on each side
of one central pivot;
seven days in a week,
seven stars, seven souls,
or seven deadly sins
in a rainbow's colours,
on seven continents.

'The Pleiades', is an unusual poetic form. It's aptly named: the seven lines can be said to represent the seven sisters, and the six syllables represent the nearly invisible nature of one sister.It is the subject of the post on Imaginary Garden today.
But seven measures many things, which set me thinking... and made me totally miss the fact that each line should have started with the same letter - sorry, peoples!

We can't get away from numbers. On this sixth day of November here are 160 characters for Monkey Man  which focus on the number five!

"Remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder and treason should ever be forgot" thanks to Guy Fawkes!

4 Nov 2011


Over on d'Verse - PoetsPub, Form For All highlighted Japanese poetry. Do go and read what Lady Nyo has to say on the subject, in particular this:-
"There are basically two forms of poetry in the Man’yoshu: choka (long poem, 5-7-5-7-5-7, etc. ending in 7-7) and tanka.  (5-7-5-7-7)."
I have copied these characters which translate as 'Solitude', so here's my tanka inspired by that word..

Using memory
to trace my lover's outline,        
I am not alone
in forsaken arms of night
when my heart seeks his loving.

3 Nov 2011

Eye Of The Beholder?

This Shadorma maybe shows how In Tandem pictures do strange things to my mind!
By Jinksy
Morning mist,
wet road hiss of tyres.
Polished car -
going far?
Motorway miles flashing by,
mesmerizing mind.

And here's another Shadorma for Thursday Think Tank, just to keep the form going...

At our feet,
By Ella
red-gold treasures fall
from tall trees
which shower
Autumn's bounty upon us;
an unsought splendour.