A non-NaPoWriMo post, prompted by an article in today's Christchurch Press. There was a bit of verbal jousting last month when the Ellerslie International Flower Show opened in Christchurch. For non-Kiwis – Ellerslie is a suburb of Auckland, where the flower show used to be held. We more or less snaffled the show from under …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 3
Equinox The curtain makes a snapshot of the wind, its shape held and frozen, draped in muslin. Beyond the door, rosehips store the flourish sunset red that oak leaves soon will scatter on the autumn wind again. This was based (very very loosely) on the ReadWritePoem NaPoWriMo prompt #1. My five …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 2
The cold, darkening Coming in to roost the flocks of starlings dip and sweep trailing filaments of dusk and then settle in to the weft of trees anchoring night with their feet. Well once again I've not used the ReadWritePoem prompt, although I'm letting it settle in my mind for tomorrow's effort. This …
Utter bloody rudeness
As you can tell from the title, last night was a very mixed pleasure. A poet who I shan't name (but who is extremely experienced as a performer, and should have known better) managed to screw two of the Open Mic readers. Yes, I was one of them. And yes, some of this may well …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 1
Running She is running away from them, businessmen on the Avenue queued at the traffic lights, thinking of home. Leaves underfoot, great drifts as though she were running through the soft husks of summer. In dreams it feels like this – effortless. Easy. Stride and breath flowing like sunlight through half-bare trees. At the end of …
A Dark Feathered Art 