For dVerse’s quadrille #122 prompt “going… going… gone poeming”
The challenge: exactly 44 words, must include the word ‘go’.
I could step into my imagination,
and close the door behind me.
But if you want to,
you can come too.
Just take my hand
and step through…
we can go anywhere you want.
But quickly, close the door,
before they see we’ve gone!
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For dVerse’s prompt: ‘true colours‘.
The challenge was to write from the point of view of a colour…
All across space,
we travel as a pack,
none draws ahead
and none lags back.
But once we meet
an interface
ah, that changes,
how we race. Continue reading
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This is for dVerse’s Thursday Meet the Bar prompt “Setting“. I read the prompt when I got into the office this morning (time zone difference!), let it ferment throughout the working day, and this is what bubbled up…
Oh and I should acknowledge that I lifted the phrase “rigor mortis of routine” from the Human Anvil’s ‘encore encore‘. It stuck in my mind when I read it, and has been sleeping there, waking whenever I unlock my office door.
The relentless hum of air-conditioning,
which neither cools nor moves the air,
is punctuated by the whine and click of a photocopier,
as voices, muted to an unintelligible muttering
penetrate the two-tone sage-green wall, Continue reading
For dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics “let’s have fun, guys”.
0400 (4am) is the worrying hour, when all the mental fungi bloom.
White threads of worry have spread
from the tiny spores of doubt that
drifted in during the day,
lodging unnoticed in my mind. Continue reading
This is for dVerse’s quadrille prompt: “Let’s embrace”. A quadrille has exactly 44 words, and the prompt requires that it includes the word Embrace.
Embrace made me think of one of my favourite poems, Judith Wright’s Woman to Man, which is about conception and has the line “the third that lay in our embrace”. We studied this poem at school, and I loved it then, but more so now as an adult and a mother.
For H:
This third that lay in our embrace
now runs ahead in laughing grace.
I’m in her face, you’re in her eyes,
we’re in every cell – our joy, our cries.
And when we’re gone, she’ll hold our trace,
this third that lay in our embrace.
From summer downunder, for Eugi’s weekly prompt “winter”. So great to have these prompts back! Thanks Eugi!
Mother earth,
your buttocks are scorchy!
It is time to turn us
away from the fire.
For my northern hemisphere friends – hang in there, the Earth will be turning her upper cheeks to the sun soon, and you’re welcome to it. (And if you’re thinking winter is when you’re further from the sun, you might want to read Obliquity.)
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For dVerse’s prompt: War Poetry.
The parade ground at the academy is taboo, other than for ceremonial purposes such as the graduation parade. It is a symbol of the fallen, and is deemed to be hallowed ground. Continue reading
For dVerse’s Haibun Monday: Eagle. Our local apex raptors are wedge-tailed eagles, they stand up to 1.2m tall, have a wingspan more than 2m, and have been known to take lambs and small ‘roos.
My neighbour has the worst luck. Everyone out here keeps chickens, and everyone loses the odd one. But her chooks seem to have a life expectancy of under a week. She’s lost them to foxes (well, haven’t we all?) and to a neighbour’s dog, and the goshawks, and coxy… One time she got some fertile eggs, and hatched them in an incubator. From ten eggs, she got eight roosters. One of the two hens was killed by a fox, so she put the rest of the birds in my coop until she reinforced hers. My Muscovy drake killed the last hen, so I gave her back her roosters. Continue reading
This is for Frank’s Haikai challenge #176: Hawk, and also in response to Dwight’s “The King”.
Hunger rides the wind,
watching for the flicker of
small life far below.
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For dVerse’s MTB Opening lines…beginnings prompt:
I didn’t think to fold my shadow
and place it in the overhead compartment,
or under the seat in front.
It should have been mentioned
in the pre-flight warnings. Continue reading
