One of last year's prompts for our monthly poem on 12 Poems in 12 months was for a poem that rhymed. Judging by the comments that accompanied this prompt it seems a lot of poets found it more of a challenge than usual. But when I was at school (back in the Dark Ages) all … Continue reading Tigger’s Other Song
Category: Verse
Another Cursory Rhyme
An alternative "Tom, the piper's son"
Villanelle
No, nothing to do with that* TV programme! A villanelle is a poem with a very specific rhyming structure. (The most well known villanelle in English is probably Dylan Thomas's. . . Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.) I have taken up the challenge to … Continue reading Villanelle
Riding the Waterfall
Those who've been following this blog for a while might have read this already on commaful at https://commaful.com/play/cathycade/mirlings-in-winter/. Or perhaps in my collection Witch Way, and other ambiguous stories (available from Amazon). But for more recent followers who've been reading the mirlings saga, here's a verse I wrote earlier. Skimming down the waterfall, bouncing off … Continue reading Riding the Waterfall
The Humpty Verdict: a cautionary tale
A Diversion. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men cleared up the pieces and got out their pens. It shouldn’t have happened. Somebody’s to blame. An official took down every witnesses’ name. An enquiry was opened. They put out the word that they meant to investigate what had occurred. Were there warning … Continue reading The Humpty Verdict: a cautionary tale
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My Default Mode
Time has run away with me this week – as it does – and my intended posting day passed unnoticed in a welter of painting and re-carpeting. Having nothing prepared, I'm falling back on yet another poem, originally penned for the "12 poems in 12 months" challenge from Writers Write website at https://deadlinesforwriters.com/ . The … Continue reading My Default Mode
Another Poem
The funeral came and went, and people came and went, and then I was alone.
Into Each Life…
Verse and worse (mine): regular writing challenges that tax the imagination.
Into each life…
banshee winds, exhausted by their passion, subside to moans
