It must be the time of year for food thoughts, because ‘Tightly Sealed‘ from this time last year took fridge leftovers as its starting point.
When baby bear had left home and then had had a pot, it would’ve been, I like to think, like the silver one I did adopt from outside someone’s wooden gate in the back roads of North London. Either the owners had to relocate or make space for Christmas plunder. Into my little pot, thriceContinue reading “Just right – a poem about a cooking-pot”
At the bottom of my road is a lovely green space poetically known as Cherry Tree Wood. Like the promised verdant idyll of Heather Green (explored in my poem of the same name) the Cherry Tree’s title is slightly deceptive. There are neither cherries nor much of a wood, unless you count the encalve of tress at the farContinue reading “Waitrose has finished off two fairy cakes”
Soft to the thumb, the pear I sliced was gone. It was rotten inside. In a wither of ruffles the rose-heads have browned dry in the heat. They sodden after it’s stormed. Even the blowflies ferocious have stopped their wings, landed their green torpedoes for the last time. Something from lunch churns in my stomachContinue reading “An overdose of summer”
“Recycled” is one of my favourite poems for the tides it captures of creator-artist dancing with raw materials and the finished work. In this example the artist dances with the (helpful) sticks and the resulting beautiful bird sculptures. The poem is accompaniedContinue reading “Beautifully put together birds”
Communication In the unposted letter patterned with tiny birds and rows of tiny fishes, I refine the matter. — A tight little poem inspired by one of my favourite occupations, letter writing. There are three other poems on the blog inspired by old-fashioned written correspondence: Pavement Writer It should not be polished Things of theContinue reading “In the unposted letter”
From this time last year, a poem about little creatures getting up to mischief. * While searching the interweb for images of ant and insect circuses, I came across this diverting article about flea circuses on Dark Roasted Blend. DRB is self-billed as “a highly visual ‘Weird & Wonderful’ online magazine to complement your daily coffee ritual”.Continue reading “The man-eating ants at the pantaloni party”
Words cast spells through the magic that is poetry. Here is today’s verse: Cast them together A bra, a bit, cad bitty, a bra, bo bitty boo: read the magic these words spell for you. — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books: In the Ocean: a year of poetry Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys Shining inContinue reading “Cast them together”
A merry poem from the archive about summer’s sunny kisses. Vintage postcard image courtesy of Postcard Diva.
An old favourite revisited, because artists are allowed to have their obsessions. “Exalted thus, we left” is a reworking of a poem from 2011: I love the Dorothea Tanning painting that spurred the original “Jacob’s Dream for crinolined girls”. When I’m in Tate Modern, I’ll usually try to pop into the Surrealism gallery to gazeContinue reading “Exalted thus, we left”