Category Fiction

Shell-like – dVerse Meeting the Bar

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An orb with no end

No beginning

No clue as to exactly what lies within

 

A feast for a small tummy

An accompaniment to the main event

For the grown amongst us

we want – if not need – more than that

 

Keep me safe until I am ready

Until my lungs are grown

Until the good air can sustain me

 

No defence against the tile floor

Smithereens I am now

Slipped between clumsy fingers

 

Oh, the joyous result

when mixed with sugar, flour, butter

and baked for all to enjoy

– with frosting aboard

and candles of course

 

This was my home, Mama!

How did i fit in there?

Why didn’t I break it?

Oh, I do love a challenge! Tonight, on dVerse Meeting the Bar, Bjorn invites us to adopt a cubist approach as we write about an every day object. As Bjorn explains:

“Cubism is first of all not abstract, but another form of realism. The pioneers were Pablo Picasso and George Braque who started to explore reality using the following starting points.

Break the concept of perspective, something that had been around at least since the renaissance.

Break the picture into simplified objects with clear borders in between. These forms were often done as geometric object, each of them simplified and with clear borders between them.”

So, we are invited to apply these concepts and adapt them to writing a poem!

I enjoyed writing about eggs on Tuesday, so I thought I would continue – I hope you enjoy it, and I hope I have managed to achieve what Bjorn has asked of us!

Please do head on over to dVerse, read, enjoy and rise to the challenge!

The darkling days – dVerse Open Link Night

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Many mourn the shortening days

the dark of the morning

and the gloom of the night.

Yet I revel in the coming home to lights on,

to big, fluffy slippers,

to curling up in the warmth

as the wind rattles window panes,

as fog seeps into every nook and cranny

and the rain lashes and batters the

naked trees outside.

I hibernate under the duvet,

snuggle into my pillows

hug my hot water bottle to my chest

and sigh, cosseted, safe indoors.

Autumn, do your worst.

Mittens are my friend.

It’s Thursday, and that means Open Link Night over on dVerse, where Bjorn, our friendly Swedish barkeep for tonight (thank you Bjorn) congenially invites us to share any poem we wish.

I was going to repost an old poem, but then decided to write on Autumn, which is really my favourite season of the year. I love lying in bed at night, cozy and warm, whilst the weather rages outside!

Please do take part, or if not, just come along and enjoy what our poetic community has shared!

 

Wings of Feathers and Wax -dVerse Poetics

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A solitary remnant

laid to waste, glued to the ground.

Once,

once upon a time

this delicate  creation

this deceptively ethereal whisper

assisted the majestic eagle,

it soared atop mountains

and touched the sky

singed by the sun.

Oh Icarus!

You peaked too son.

Tonight it’s time for dVerse Poetics, where Victoria invites us to write on the subject of feathers, in whichever way takes our fancy. This made me think (for a few minutes)! I was gong to write about the feather’s structure, but (as is often the case) changed my mind very early on. I tend not to fight the muse on these occasions, and go with her flow. I hope you like it!

Please do head on over to dVerse, enjoy the variety… or take part!