Alias Jinksy

"Goodby e" to April - soon "Hello" to May! We've come to the end of a poem a day - that NaPo - type madness whic...

Before The Future Poets were called to arms; NaPoRiMo beckoned them on April Fool's Day. Tomorrow pens will run dry. An exceedingl...

Kerry of Real Toad's fame , set us searching for our favourite quote from Harper Lee' s wonderful book "To Kill a Mocking...

Before The Front Door A living carpet overspills this path. Leaves speckled like a thrush's breast: flowers - pink, to blue, to shad...

Slugs V. Daffs When slick-faced, coal-pit slugs abound using instinct's guile to nibble and to help create the daffodils' d...

What A Carry On The thirty days in April must have gone to all our heads - "Go write a poem every day!" was what somebody sai...

Hope Realisation that nothing lasts for ever; goodbye to childhood. But in welcoming changes all things become possible. A  Tanka wr...

I spotted a prompt at We Write Poems , thanks to a link in Viv In France's blog , and as they were asking for something silly - well - ...

Thanks to Kerry, and IGWRT's plea that we all work towards a greener and cleaner Earth - this being World Earth Day, apparently- my qui...

Haiku Sample Get your free hugs here! My special offers are shipped twenty four seven. I was sent a request  for one of these via a co...

Plat Du Jour Saturday special? My granddaughters are coming; favourite menu.

A.M. It's half past one. Rest will not come until my skin has cooled. My shins burn while I yearn for slumber. A number of factors have ...

NaPoRiMo Dilemma The weekend is coming, there’s no mistaking that. Can I pull another ditty from my thinking cap? Will Fr...

Voyage - or Cinquains Float My Boat Writing poetry is miserable sometimes when new ideas refuse to come on board. Your boat loses th...

Imagination comes in handy when the 'Spring' remains elusive - only a word we remember from last year, but which we begin to doubt w...

I thought it about time a Triolet was added to the mix - eight lines of iambic rhythm, with a rhyme scheme of ABaAabAB. First, fourth and se...

It's Monday; not the most fun day of the week for workers. But those past retirement age have no such worries. As long as creaki...

Depending on Tess Magpie who flies in way past noon, a number 14 poem may appear here soon... so watch this space 'tis no disgrace.....

This time, I've decided to write in a form which I believe is described as a 'crown cinquaine' -  in other words, a linked serie...

  In  Ballad Form At the edge of the forest something stirred and through the dark trees came a figure cloaked and wrapped about with...