It beckons us back
with treacled sunrise
just one swim, the siren song sings
hermetically sealed in our ears
crashing cymbals, these waves
these waters know our skin
and all the souvenirs it comes with.
writing
Gnomes Rutting Season
Please read the following with David Attenborough’s voice in mind.
..And now a donsy of gnomes
Gather away from their homes
Awaiting their companions
In diplodocus canyon
And as the males start to rut
The females choose, each, their hut
Readying it for their young
And soon, gnomlings run amok
This was written for W3
Carillon silence
Our shadows dislimn the land we extol
Bottle necked exhalations shrugged us up from our holes
to witness the passing shape of our lungs
as we sprung from gunpoint
And do dead daisies push up their brothers too?
In the silent spring of our futures
A carillon tolled silence.
Dragons Glimpse
Golden shimmers upon dragons glimpse
Secrets spread in wild fringe
The air holds the names of battles, grim
Where illusions stir us from our skins
Cradled in the world that churns us in
The skeletal remains of our chagrin
Trapped in cage of ribs
The butterflies flitter away our whims
Jack outta his box
A magniloquent wind up bastard
Chartaceous, a wasps nest
Verbose on’t tongue
Clockwork brain with rusted gyral
Death rattles us on tickin’ tocks downward spiral
Did I mention I’m certified unhinged
A wheel short o’ a penny farthin’
Aye, it’s true but thee can’t put me back in’t box
Cuz I upped an’ sprung
Jack sprung from ‘ere
Sunflower night
Sunflowers push through whack-a-mole ‘oles
In’t night sky
Golden flowered stars blurred by eyes
An airscape t’ feast time
Puffs o’ cloud scryin’ t’morrows sunrise
Droopin’ petals. rainin’ golden blossom.
Inspired by prompt
Also inspired by Van Gogh paintings, where I mixed up ideas from two of his paintings in my head to write this.
Maybe you can guess which ones?
Tuesday Tanka: A look through a moment rearview
Through din of traffic
Calligraphy bloomed music
Blue wisteria
Reflections clanged through rear view
Butterfly hung from mirror
Flat packed earth
Six-pack turtle
Elastic wound gannet
Oil slicked penguins
Plastic stomached albatross
Cleanly packed crab
Tinnosed seal
This
Our flat packed earth
–
There is a sadness
No orchestra to fade
In the marrow of my bones
No melody for tears
the world and its antics
Marred the eyes that roll – marbled down the drain
There is unquenchable anger
Caged behind ribs
Though we know with collective sigh
That forgiveness doesn’t meet knuckled shame
And we were fringe, in lions mane
Accumulating rage
Even paper tigers sliced us
Our fragility holds no thrill
Apex predators? Questionable
And to think we’re most vulnerable
Within our exoskeletons
Rushing from z to a
And what of the badger
Flattened
The world might just slink away, indifferent
in the spin of tyres
Evolution confesses itself through us.
We are holy confession
Of relic beasts
In our hearts reptilian rage
Magic drift
The stars aligned for no one
But then there was
And now us
This all tracks to
Evolution
History echoes
In our inky veins
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