Past ancient trees where once the King’s hunt rode, Low sunshine filters through to forest paths Here fat geese paddle still and royal swans glide, Around a lake man-made two centuries past. Through freshly fallen leaves, crisp underfoot, Scampering squirrels scatter from my dogs. Through leaves not churned yet into muddy ruts By cycles, turning … Continue reading Suburban Forest
Category: Verse
Ekphrastic
One prompt for 12 poems in 12 months earlier this year was Ekphrastic. No I didn't know what it meant either until I looked it up. The Christmas Crackerby W H Tweed (1840-1899) Apparently it means talking about stuff to do with art. My poem is below. It started as blank verse but kind of … Continue reading Ekphrastic
Diversion
Since I have no idea what to write about this week, here's another poem from the 12 poems in 12 months challenge at deadlinesforwriters.com The prompt for this one was found. Diversion I thought I knew the way. I’ve not renewed my SatNav sub – it ran out back in May. The road was closed. … Continue reading Diversion
Digger dog
A recent prompt for the 12-poems-in-12-months challenge was to include rhyme, alliteration and assonance. I wrote mine about an event that has also been the subject of a blog post here. Digger Dog Digger the dog was a pesky pup, After six mad months, her owners despaired. We’d just lost a dog, so we called … Continue reading Digger dog
How Do I Miss Thee?
One recent challenge for 12 poems in 12 months (at deadlinesforwriters.com) was to write a sonnet. I chose the Shakespearean sonnet form. How do I miss you? Let me count the ways now we’re apart. I woke up late this morn, No pillowed head beside me this fine day, To snore throughout the night till … Continue reading How Do I Miss Thee?
Acrostic
One of this year's '12 poems in 12 months' challenges was to pen an acrostic. It wasn't my finest hour, but since I recently posted about my aversion to housework I thought I'd share my acrostic here. Spring Cleaning Somebody’s coming. My Parents, for Easter. I’m Running around with a vacuum cleaner. I don’t enjoy … Continue reading Acrostic
Barney, or Down the Rabbit Hole
Here's one you may have read earlier
Stand and Deliver
I tried free verse, but it rhymed anyway. So I had another go… Posting both, if I may. At the risk of boring readers, the compositions below are, essentially, the same content in different forms. I asked our writing group which they preferred before posting both versions for the 12 poems in 12 months challenge … Continue reading Stand and Deliver
Measuring Up
This is by way of a reblog from John Spiers, whose posts don't have a 'Reblog' button. Click this link for the post from his blog mylifewithgracie.com which gives links to two websites: one to assess your poems and another to assess your song lyrics. As those who follow my poetic efforts will be aware, … Continue reading Measuring Up
Under My Feet
(To the tune of Under My Thumb by the Rolling Stones, 1966) Under my feet, this little dog gets in the way. Under my feet. Why won’t she get lost when I say? She’s hounding me, while waiting for a crumb to slip, Hounding me, brown eyes entreat. She’s under my feet. Under my feet. … Continue reading Under My Feet
Writing Wrinkles 