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 …
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 …
NaPoWriMo is upon us!
Don't know what happened to the month of March, but today is the 1st of April, which means I am now publicly committed to writing one poem every day for the next 30. Let's be honest: the only way I'm going to get a poem written every day is if I can clone myself a …
A Dark Feathered Art 