Bloglily and litlove are doing all these cool poetry meme things and I can’t join in. I have already overcommitted myself socially this week and I. Have. No. Time.
But I really really want to. I haven’t written a word about (or a word of, for that matter) poetry all month and it’s beginning to hurt.
But […]
I was musing once again on verse encountered in childhood, and memorised without understanding. As you do, on dull afternoons when you’ve nothing better to do than count the hours between Beechams ‘Flu Powders.
My father, bless him, suffers from an utterly uncensored and unhindered connection between his mouth and his hind-brain. While perfectly able to […]
It’s National Poetry Day here in Blighty. I am, of course, caught completely unprepared, on the hop, and devoid of any fresh effusions of my own to thrust eagerly at you all. In fact, it is Thursday evening, and National Poetry Day is very nearly over, and I haven’t so much as read a smigeonette […]
Here is another little ’started purely as a technical exercise’ poem. It is an experiment in syllabic verse, where the line-lengths are dictated solely by syllable length, with no care or concern whatsoever for rhythm, accent, or rhyme. In English it’s quite hard to do without it disintegrating into prose because the language IS so […]
I have on several occasions already remarked on Mr Fry’s The Ode Less Travelled, through which my Novice Accomplice (who never ‘did’ poetry) and I are wending at glacial speed. We need a good two hours a session - one to read the chapter aloud (my task, as I’m the one who can reliably pronounce […]
Right. As Reed has utterly humiliated herself, and me, with the above stupid pun, I am taking over this post.
Reed, go and make the coffee.
What drove the first of us to try
This bitter, dark, and devilish drink?
To steal an hour as day slips by -
What drove the first of us to try?
And did he watch […]
I apologise for this continued interruption of normal service. Reed’s current excuse is that she dropped a box of books on her toes at work today. Though what the hell her feet have to do with her typing abilities I don’t know.
Meanwhile, here are two miniscule fragments of verse to be getting on with:
Mirror
I cannot […]
I think I can safely assure you that the Editor and I will not be on speaking terms for quite a few days yet. Even so, here I sit, bellowing ‘post! post! It’s nearly midnight!’ at myself in very nearly her tones. Possibly she hypnotised me during our last Hard Stare Stand-Off.
But as it is, […]
Black coffee and too much sugar
Jump-start me every morning
While the planet, crawling,
Turns its cheeks to the sun.
It rolls beneath our feet -
We learn to walk by falling
As the planet falls
Sunward every morning.
As if my heart weren’t pounding hard enough
I drink a second coffee slowly
And feel my stomach falling
Towards the future
Every morning.
Reed and I are feeling very uninspired at the moment. Macbeth on the battlements, ‘To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day,’ uninspired, though I admit that at least we aren’t afflicted with the upheaval of nations and an entire wood-ful of critics. Merely minor illness, lack of sleep […]
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