Poetry Blogs (2011, winter)
Rose Casserley on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (36 minutes ago)
Blanc flakes nestle honestly outside,
Crisp winds slap almost lovingly,
Heavenly scenery melting suddenly,
All is as it was once before.
Tuesday 27th December 2011 12:30 am
Woke to the
kiss of winter's ache and the
thud double dip and dance
of some kind of animal outside.
A fire burning somewhere.
To you, the blind lady,
winter was just a series
of sensations –
the scratch of a naked branch,
the rain (only colder).
The utter embrace of silence.
This was for a contest on deviantART in which contestants were challenged to describe winter,...
Friday 23rd December 2011 4:10 pm
High up a shuttered window is flung open.
A ‘Splutch’ of snowmelt tumbles wetly to the ground.
I look up and the stick figure scratches madly against the cold clear sky.
He pumps out salvation from every angle,
A body that had long ago forgotten joy,
Now twitches with rivulets of unabashed wonder.
Hope blazes out of his parchment skin,
Friendship beams out of his gimlet...
Thursday 8th December 2011 7:16 pm
Hello and welcome to my second blog. I have a new poem for you this time which was inspired by something I saw on my way home from work recently. Winter nights bring much inspiration when the SAD let's up.
Silver coils glisten against blackened winter night
Penetrating granite fortress walls
A juxtaposition of time and craft
Sparkling with the intensi...
Wednesday 7th December 2011 6:51 pm
Jack Frost silvering the grass,
Crunching underfoot like glass,
Adding to a rider's woes,
Freezing fingers, numbing toes.
Steaming horses tread with care,
Warm breath misting in the air;
In line across a windswept hill
Where their master waits until -
In the gloom they surge and fade,
Strengths and weaknesses displayed,
Ghosts beneath a leade...
Sunday 13th November 2011 3:05 pm