Friday, February 17, 2012

interlude: Yachts in the channel


Just experimenting with ideas here.

Yachts in the channel.

Light hills, bright colours.
Yachts tack around the channel beacons.

At night they blink, alternating
traffic light green and red.
Left, right, left, right.
muted reflections.  Glittering eyes.

But in day it's day and they
stand out against the silver water
and concrete sky.
pointing, up the harbour 
down the harbour.  

The sails flicker
in red 89, blue 44
white ribbons,
and as the yachts tack,
frisked by the onshore wind
pulled taut, hang loose.

Dance around the beacons
in bright colours, twixt light hills.
sail the day, but leave the night well alone
to glitter, and be still.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Magpie Tales: Who knew a tomb could hold such life?



This comes from Magpie Tales, a place that provides visual prompts for written word.  Fancy that.




Final Sleepwalker

Whose hands are through the stone seeking?
The prism cries "stop!" falls to meet them
It says "it is best
that now you just rest"
Yet even in death, overreaching.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Day 14. First rose analogy; more to follow



The Arcadian Flora

A rose by any other name -
With stem ridged threatening rhino wounds 
Down one end, the other corolla blooms
Enveloped by round velvet flame -
Is inextricable, entwined;
is half and half and whole and whole.
And cannot play bar but one role;
Sharp mortality, beauty sublime.


Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Three Word Wednesday; Description


The latest 30DWJ is proving difficult, but in the meantime I wrote something for Three Word Wednesday

The words were bubble, lumber, and wreck.


  Picture of a party.

  Twirling ribbons
   Bubbles and tinkling
  Lumbering guests and Maitre d' 
   poised, watching.

  In one corner, cadavre exquis
   raucous laughter; giggling, snorting
  Nervous wreck in the other corner
   mumbling alone, quietly drinking

  Twirl the ribbons
   Pretty, flitting
  Gestures that are
   empty; fitting.