She takes to heart her ship

My use of maritime imagery predates the well received poem of August, “Tall Ship“. For example, there is also this poem posted last year, “Preceding seafaring that was not to transpire“. — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books

Hope and Sky have disappeared

“Northern (Hen) Harrier” by Len Blumin from Mill Valley, California, United States – Northern Harrier. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons. a poem written in London on Sept. 26th, 2014 Sky’s signal stopped September 10th. Three days later, Hope’s did too. Birds of their kind hunt small mammals. Birds of their kind areContinue reading “Hope and Sky have disappeared”

Iconic like

After inserting the Gherkin at the end of “Now here is something to marvel at…“, I had a whim to write a poem for each season featuring an architectural icon. I have yet to follow through on this idea, but “The Character Building” (posted this time last year) re-engaged with landmark structures. Like “Now here…“,Continue reading “Iconic like”

In preparation

In preparation           for life’s many little pageants We brush out our hair, cut the dry, split ends, straighten out the frizz. We lather up our legs and smooth out the bristle. We take concealer to those rings beneath our tired eyes and layer over the unhappy spots. We tint tinyContinue reading “In preparation”

Black coats, black pavements, black umbrellas, the rain

“Kirchner 1913 Street, Berlin“. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons. John Keats wrote his famous ode ‘To Autumn‘ on the 19th of September 1819. This partially inspired my poem posted this time last year. (This year, we are enjoying a generous bolt of extended warmth. The colder snap is still to come.) “Autumn’s ripened harvest store” offersContinue reading “Black coats, black pavements, black umbrellas, the rain”

That’s it

  The orange has been wrung of juice. The garlic’s lost its tang. The salad leaves have dropped their wings. The kitchen now has closed.   — I do like a good food-related poem. Sometimes it’s more or less simply about the food: Most versatile Salad with mackerel Or the words: Recipe Kitchen Alchemy OnContinue reading “That’s it”

Dear diary, these people are tiresome and interesting all at once

“Leo’s Entries” is one of two poems written last year in the format of journal entries by respected (male) authors. The other was “Philip’s Log“. Both poems were part of a year long project which culminated in a book, In the Ocean: a year of poetry.

It is sometimes easier to siphon off blood on Tuesdays

“Blood letting“. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons. “From a Stone” engages with the frustrations of bringing forth a poem when it feels like drawing blood from an inanimate source. Like “Glomurelonephritis” this is one of the rare instances where my personal health experiences feature in a poem. For 31 years I have livedContinue reading “It is sometimes easier to siphon off blood on Tuesdays”

Time and tide

“Seashell unknown 3” by Wilfredor – Own work. Licensed under CC0 via Wikimedia Commons. Time and tide, a mermaid’s song The tides go out. Can you hear me? The waves roll back – Did you know? – with the shells discarded that morning: reclaimed nonpareils for below. — Mermaids and singing maidens have featured before inContinue reading “Time and tide”