Helios rises Animating the landscape A haiku is born
Poetry
Lions on the beach
Reeling into the wind, staggering along the beachlike ancient mariners tossed onto a distant shore,our progress erratic as storm tossed debris.As dark squalls spin across the horizonheads withdraw, sheltering in gore-tex carapaces.Eyes narrowed by reflected diamond lightsalt stinging tears funnell down furrowed cheeks.Cries of wonder are carried beyond the wind,Lions on the beach!Maroon manes tangled
Time Travelling
Moving through the nightRunning from the grand ennui(Cole Porter 1934, Michael Nesmith 1971) The himalaya of ironing is behind closed doors, the spice jars are vibrating and chuntering with neglect, the soup pan is slumbering and the computer is consigned to the darkness for daring to suggest that I have writers’ block. Another wet and
National Poetry Day, Outer Hebrides
Waiting for the Tide of Inspiration syllables dancing in the spray,words rolling in grains of sand,antonyms hiding in fronds of kelp,synonyms twisted in shining alginates,will the wind release the rhymes,sonnets to soar above the waves,or leave them tangled in flotsampoetic debris, drowned doggerel?
Words for Wednesday
Opus 1 Wind strums the sinewsplucking nerves – discordant chordsStretching skin taughtbeating – staccato rhythmStriking the ribsexpelling air – bass sibilanceResonating vibratingpulsing – elemental beatMan and wind contrapuntal soloistsbefore the storm’s crescendo