A mistake. An error of judgement. A penalty brought against a quiet city. Stroll through the park, lunchtime almost over. A defect, a small disappointment. A summer day laden with clouds, grey light that softens the walls, the stone and brick, the glass. Less than expected. Someone to blame. A sparrow rests lightly on the …
Tuesday poem – “Odyssey”, by Karen Zelas
There are no maps to ease the passage of the godless. Already he is where none can follow. He has climbed into this space, this cavern in near-night, in the far-distance, driven. Cries that crash in forests of memory. Hunter and hunted, and which is he? Obscured in semi-darkness, crouched head bent to bony knees, …
Tuesday Poem – “Otherwise”, by Jane Kenyon
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have …
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Tuesday Poem – “The Messenger”
Not a postcard, or a tease of lace. In my absence I send a strange messenger, my love but true – I send a spoon. Its haft slips into your hand gladly, like mine, returns the faint warmth of fingers and thumb helpful as a wife. The curve of its bowl against your lips – …
Tuesday Poem – “Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal”, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The firefly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae …
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A Dark Feathered Art 