Pen, or: Quill

Poetry Partners #143 A poem by Kevin L. Perrin of 'Penultimate' For the first time, frustration halts the pen. Above my blind, the duckless sky laughs at my shotgun, my eager eye. I row the page home, empty and white- then write about finding insight in sight. Kevin L. Perrin: https://kevinperrin.wordpress.com/ An abhanga by ben… Continue reading Pen, or: Quill

A case of the collywobbles

Jackie was no expert on birds, but the tiny, timorous creature by the foot of the tree looked spare and pitiful; its palpable distress gave the child a case of the collywobbles. Tenderly, the schoolgirl leaned down and scooped the bird up in the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully. Perhaps it… Continue reading A case of the collywobbles

In the darkness, or: In the end

Poetry Partners #134 'The blue sky', a poem by Kunjal Gupta of 'Duo Diseminators' Inside a vessel so suffocating and cold. Looking at the blue sky, Birds glide their wings and fly to the foretold, Without a struggle or try. Looking at the blue sky, They retire to perch and rest Birds glide their wings… Continue reading In the darkness, or: In the end

Proud as a peacock, or: In fine feather

A limerick Proud as a peacock, Birdie puffed out her chest. For her little chickies, she'd have only the best! Regardless the weather, She'd keep herself in fine feather; So, her human pet would feather their nest. โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #148 For Sadjeโ€™s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration… Continue reading Proud as a peacock, or: In fine feather

She smiled tenderly

"Honey, you could use some witchcraft, and I could use a light," she twittered flippantly. On cue, an enormous crow landed on her forearm and lit her cigarette. "Fancy one?" she asked, staring the shaken youngster directly in the eyes. Quaking, the teenager backed up towards the door. "Ohโ€ฆ n-n-no th-thank you, Ma'am!" Suddenly, impossibly,… Continue reading She smiled tenderly

Crow, Raven, or: Rook

A limerick In far too many mammalian minds, Crows and Ravens are closely intertwined. This timeworn argument is just what Rooks so resent, for it leaves their proud line undermined. Eugiโ€™s Weekly Prompt Eugi has provided the word "intertwined" as a writing prompt today. d'Verse poetics prompt: Corvid Poetry At d'Verse, poets have been prompted… Continue reading Crow, Raven, or: Rook

Molten, or: Ablaze

A Garland Cinquain ablaze gaseous fireball millions of degrees gigantic nuclear furnace brings life chirp, chirp streaks of feathers soar and catch the sunlight along with insects for their young alight lemons ripe, luscious fruit vivid citrine gems sway fleshy, mature, rich, flavorsome heavy tree hole busy beehive hexagonal pattern molten syrupy honey drips teeming… Continue reading Molten, or: Ablaze

Cloudless skies, or: Verdant meadows

A haibun Spring is well under way in Israel and with it, many changes. Spring bird migration is in full swing this April; and the first week of May is expected to be see huge soaring bird migration over Southern Israel. Meanwhile, I am singing as I spread my wings to fly. For the first… Continue reading Cloudless skies, or: Verdant meadows