Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, – and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. ’Tis calm indeed! so calm, …
Continue reading "Tuesday Poem – Coleridge’s “Frost at Midnight”"
for Sheraq Omar Who stayed, long after his pay stopped, in the zoo with no visitors, just keepers and captives, moth-eaten, growing old together. Who begged for meat in the market-place as times grew hungrier, and cut it up small to feed him, since his teeth were gone. Who could stroke his head, who knew …
Continue reading "Tuesday Poem: The Bereavement of the Lion-Keeper"
Wednesday night is the final session of Poetry in Performance from the Canterbury Poets' Collective. Yes, after this Wednesday night it's back to boring nights around the TV, shivering in the intellectual wasteland that our lives will then become. (Unless of course I manage to get a Wednesday night poetry course up and running, in …
Well done, NaPoWriMo-ers! Today is the last day of this monstrous insanity. One last poem, one last posting to seal your end of the bargain. In case you've completely run out of ideas, I've got a particularly curly writing challenge for you. But more on that later. Looking over the blogs, I see that Catherine …
Only five more poems to go! And the Kiwi contingent are soldiering on magnificently (which is an unintentionally apt metaphor, yesterday being Anzac Day). Catherine has been putting a villanelle through its paces, and contemplating the use of a circus ringmaster in parliament; Marisa has been watching birds, offering flowers and thinking about thermals; Greg has been channelling Roger …
Continue reading "NZ versus NaPoWriMo 2010 – the final straight"
A Dark Feathered Art 