The rustle, or: Swishing

An ekphrastic shadorma long unclothed boughs expose posh homes; the rustle that distracts but a young housemaid's apron strings shyly swish-swish d'Verse poetics: The Landscape Sleeps At d'Verse, writers are encouraged to select one of four paintings and write an ekphrastic poem (in any style or form) inspired by that work of art. I selected… Continue reading The rustle, or: Swishing

Ukrainians we, or: Survival as one

A collection of 'lanturnes' wesing ofour nation'ssurvival asoneonepeopleunitedagainst Russianraperapeour landviolateour existenceforceforceshall nottriumph hereon our forebears'landlandsustainsthe cultureof ancestorshomehomedemandscommitmenton all our partsnownowour troopsmust withstandthis disastrouswarwarwas wagedupon usstill we remainfreefreeto livewithout fearUkrainianswe #TankaTuesday This collections of lanturne poems was written as an ekphrastic response to the image below, which I offered to Colleen Chesebro for her weekly Tanka… Continue reading Ukrainians we, or: Survival as one

The bridge, or: The voice

A 'Bridges' poem Before me, one way to go; stone spread, long and straight. There, I uncertain linger, hand upon steel gate; An eerie scene. Fir trees dull grey, reflections black, pale bridge ghost white; Feel nary weak breeze waft... chest- straining, tight... 'Tis too serene. Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss; Turn… Continue reading The bridge, or: The voice

Free-floating, or: Fleshliness

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas bodiless unrestrainedfloating up above by sick fleshlinessobserving what had beenwith clear-eyed consciousnessunderstanding life's veiled truths apprehending past misstepsone ought feel ashamed of a careless life How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand… Continue reading Free-floating, or: Fleshliness

Helter, or: Skelter

A 'Coraline' poem 'pon shores renowned for rough welter, by unlit lighthouse whiling days, whooping from trees along lush bay, untroubled by glowing swelter... 'til dark morn papa brought grim news that left him mourning all he'd lose- no longer to helter skelter- leave behind easy, breezy ways. chapter two in dark, woodsy lands brought… Continue reading Helter, or: Skelter

W3 Prompt #18: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #18: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Flutter by, or: The Reverend Spooner

A 'Butterfly Oddquain' fish sniver rake broad power fletals peacock plumage foudly pranned float across earth's jibrant vunctions daintain mistinctions flutter by free #TankaTuesday For today's #TankaTuesday poetry prompt, Reena shared a piece of her art, for which Colleen encouraged poets to pen ekphrastic syllabic poems. I opted for a 'Butterfly Oddquain' form, employing spoonerisms,… Continue reading Flutter by, or: The Reverend Spooner

Upon their first kiss, or: Nary a misgiving

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas he yearns for all of hersoft, supple secrets she gladly gifts himhis desire pressed againstquivering painful needwith nary a misgiving she lets herself be takenas control crumbles upon their first kiss How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first… Continue reading Upon their first kiss, or: Nary a misgiving