'Storm force' got included in The # Poem Daily today.
The # Poem Daily
Also an inclusion of my reading of "Letters Pronouncing Kisses" - a poem written by QuirinaRoode-Gutzmer. I am particularly happy as this is not only a fantastic poem, but also my first recording to make an e-magazine!
The Voices Shared Daily
My reading can be heard on my Tumblr page here: The_Linnet sings
With grateful thanks as always!
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Monday, 23 May 2011
Storm force
Stolen from my dream world
Who is that banging on the door?
I wonder why, my sleep fog clears
Wood knocking on wood, in savage repetition
No visitor would be so rude.
Peeking round the curtain, eyes open wide
Sash window frame being lashed back and forth
more like a piece of paper.
Childlike as a child does I ran for the door
My parents were worried, rightly so it seemed
high winds were not predicted that night.
Settled under kitchen table, no more sleep
Watchful, wakeful as the wind did its worst!
Gable wall joined the dance swinging back and forth
Roof slates raining down
lethal blades cutting deep into the ground.
Angelic force or twist of fate
The morning found us and the wall
standing still, shocked yet unhurt.
As we cautiously ventured out
The world was torn and twisted
Everything was broken, thrown all about.
An alien landscape greeted our eyes
Sunshine lighting our way
as tiny shards of ice rained down.
The storm had passed, but the memory
Burnt forever in my heart.
(Entered for oneshotwednesday on 24/05/11 - Onestoppoetry.com)
Who is that banging on the door?
I wonder why, my sleep fog clears
Wood knocking on wood, in savage repetition
No visitor would be so rude.
Peeking round the curtain, eyes open wide
Sash window frame being lashed back and forth
more like a piece of paper.
Childlike as a child does I ran for the door
My parents were worried, rightly so it seemed
high winds were not predicted that night.
Settled under kitchen table, no more sleep
Watchful, wakeful as the wind did its worst!
Gable wall joined the dance swinging back and forth
Roof slates raining down
lethal blades cutting deep into the ground.
Angelic force or twist of fate
The morning found us and the wall
standing still, shocked yet unhurt.
As we cautiously ventured out
The world was torn and twisted
Everything was broken, thrown all about.
An alien landscape greeted our eyes
Sunshine lighting our way
as tiny shards of ice rained down.
The storm had passed, but the memory
Burnt forever in my heart.
(Entered for oneshotwednesday on 24/05/11 - Onestoppoetry.com)
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Victorian attraction gets a Second and Third mention
http://paper.li/VoicesShared#
With grateful thanks
And mentioned again in today's issue Sunday 22/05/11 Many thanks again :)
With grateful thanks
And mentioned again in today's issue Sunday 22/05/11 Many thanks again :)
Friday, 20 May 2011
Victorian attraction
Sky seating on man made stilts
Held between the wide expanses
of sea sky and land
Air in constant movement
Tearing away the silence
Sun gilded shimmer the lines
Left from waves constant decline.
This place an alien space
From a forgotten time past
memories of fiery wrath
Destruction on a savage scale
Swept away under the evermore
rug of silt below
Only the forged pillars retain the lost
rememberings of that fateful day
Scorched underneath my feet.
Time's relentless march no more
ever present than here
Where both man and nature
refuse to be brought to submission.
Held between the wide expanses
of sea sky and land
Air in constant movement
Tearing away the silence
Sun gilded shimmer the lines
Left from waves constant decline.
This place an alien space
From a forgotten time past
memories of fiery wrath
Destruction on a savage scale
Swept away under the evermore
rug of silt below
Only the forged pillars retain the lost
rememberings of that fateful day
Scorched underneath my feet.
Time's relentless march no more
ever present than here
Where both man and nature
refuse to be brought to submission.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Haiku for a change
Breeze gently shakes leaves
below water kisses rocks
Peace in hilltop space
Mist hiding sail boats
raindrops staining blossom white
skylark stays anchored.
Raindrops hitting roof
clouds hugging low to my smile
tears of laughter fall
Music lifts the mood
rain still falling outside glass
bass drowns out rains beat
Hawk carved across sky
sun strains through mackerel clouds
A feast for the eyes
Sumptuous smells taunts
sunshine mocks with late pink dusk
blue flames create warmth
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