January 29

A shadorma today – inspired by watching the trees die on the land being developed opposite my home.

Arms outstretched,
Dying trees embrace
The purpling
Summer sky
While for sale signs flourish like
Mushrooms in the night

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January 28

A sevenling

She sits silently on the step
Tendrils of smoke drift wistfully
Over the greying back garden

Numb with cold and predictability
A slow deep breath, and memories
Abandon her like motes in sunlight

confusion and fear bide their time

January 27

Inspired by a friend, today’s poem is an attempt at a tritina – a shorter version of the complex sestina.  It was very challenging to choose end words to repeat throughout the poem.

Tenderly he brushes hair from her face
Tears on his cheeks as he cradles her hand
Silent wonder, is this where they will end

A new voice and dayshift slides to an end
The nurse speaks but he can’t lift up his face
Soft on his shoulder, she settles her hand

She straightens the sheets, he gives her a hand
Footsteps fade as the round comes to an end
He heaves the chair close and lays down his face

Her face warm on his hand, he dreams the end

January 26

I have missed a few posts because of general busyness, and because Saturday’s challenge to write an erasure poem from the first chapter of Paddington Bear stumped me.  I wrote a couple of cinqkus and a shabby set of rhyming couplets, but they need more work and I although I have posted them on the Month of Poetry website, I am not including them here.

Here is a cinqku for today.

Pounding
Heart and feet
Lungs exploding
The rhythm is running
Through me

January 20

This one is a simple abcedarian poem about a geocaching adventure.

After
Breakfast we leave the sulky
Cat to her own
Devices and
Edge our way around the
Fringes of a cemetery,
Guarding our secret
Hunt for treasure
In the
jurisdiction of the dead
Kicking up
Leaves and stones, we try not to
Miss anything
uNusual or
Obvious
Pretty close to giving up the
Quest, we poke around the
Roots of an old tree and a
Severed finger shows itself,
Tucked
Under leaves and inside, a tiny
Vial, and we sign at the bottom of a list of
Worldwide discoverers
Exhilarated by finding
Yellowing plastic digit, we
Zigzag our way back to the cat

Playing catch-up

I have missed a couple of days posting here, so here are a few little unrelated sketches.  A shadorma, and a couple of cinqkus – a new form for me.

Wind whipped hair
Clings to your face-paint
A man takes
a photo
In a flash the moment’s lost
As you hide your face

It swirls
And devours
Your fat fingers
Shrieking with glee – the bath
empties

old signs
outlast the
farms that fed us
now swallowed by hungry
houses