Her magical box

Her magical box held gnats and a nightingale.   Once opened, Both entered our dreams.   (Pandora’s Box) — Shining in Brightness, my first volume, is available for preview at blurb.co.uk I tweet as @BeadedQuill about writing, whatever obsession I’m into at that time. At present, it’s baking (more often than not, in vain) forContinue reading “Her magical box”

An address from a lectern

Here ‘fore me, plinth of polish For the tree to rest on wood In flat sheets with fastened thoughts Set forth as marching words.   Heralded tonight and often They are by crest announced. We cluster! And applaud. It is a shared experience.   Now, to – I must address:   From nothing written fromContinue reading “An address from a lectern”

Stuck

Lento con agitato, for 10 minutes to to to tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow too morrow to to morrow tomorrow row tomorrow morrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow After the stroke Aunt Edie struggled with tomorrow and words. We performed patience with wrapped chrysanthemums for twenty minutes each week. She lay tied up in tubes. — In much printedContinue reading “Stuck”

Genuine

When it is from deep inside and through my eyes, that crinkled nose – my truest smile. — For some time I was a regular attendee of a writing group. I often presented very short poems (some of which were to feature in ‘Shining in Brightness‘, my first volume and others which are earmarked forContinue reading “Genuine”

Emulation

That trick where the tulips turn menacing like the mushrooms did two years before   or the sharp rust glimpse of fox made thought or the transported flea conjoining lovers   Ah! Lettered objects finely wrought, still so far from my window. — Can you guess the three poems referenced? If you enjoyed the aboveContinue reading “Emulation”

What we were all thinking

We hammered it in the sforzando bits, chiselled it to master tempi, phrased it gently where the lilt shone through. While counting down the repeats we tried to love the symphony seldom played. It was our oboist who noted during the tea and smoke break: the favourites remain the favourites for a reason — InContinue reading “What we were all thinking”

On the declaration of the first day of the Year of Our Light

  Hark! Hark! The swirling spheres in proclamation jangled silver bells. The whole kerfuffle woke the stars and the Light of more silver bright to Magnify that   We   We humans all Understand   Understand, understood, know The planets, the universe, All there is To understand and know. All of everything.   the planetsContinue reading “On the declaration of the first day of the Year of Our Light”

The Home Commute

The bees credit it as some point of luxury to be on the Tube. They keep meaning to take the bus, but tonight it was raining busy people and a real weasel. The wet walk up Charing Cross road was not the easiest way.   One more stop. More peppermint and fennel. — Today, 3rd October,Continue reading “The Home Commute”