CONTRIBUTIONS
airless
yesteryears
egregarious
wearisome
awaits
credulity
enthroned
to
convey
a
populust
niche
as
floating
dross
enamelled
&
replicated
a
pedestrian
precursor
enamoured
uncanny
glazed
&circled
so strange
in
camaderie
thronged
in uniform
belief
Categories:
enamelled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The iced earth encases within hidden depths
a dormant forgotten fossil, enslaving each limb's tendril budding like pebbles locked
in chains forged, contorted by rock and stratified slate twisted by snowy sleet,
spiked corkscrews drill clay, marble and compact soil, root through the dreary winter
blackened grass and heather, popping spring's nuevo vintage exploding over the curb's ridge,
where alabaster petals brim over, winking
under a spiky hedgerow overflowing in beads that bristle like pearls enamelled but brittle
dangling in emerald gowns that deck the lay-by in greens, edged by slush and white crystal,
Then the freeze retreats, growing frail
as a snowdrop nods its head,
spring sends a February friend.
Categories:
enamelled, nature,
Form: Free verse
He
Sits
Waiting
Patiently
On the white heather
With green and gold enamelled head.
A
Late
Summer
Visitor
Lazing in the sun :
A dragonfly with lace-like wings.
Like
A
Fossil,
Motionless,
From prehistory,
An insect frozen in amber.
As
A
Larva
He’s waited
Five years water-bound,
Finally free, he flies away.
Categories:
enamelled, insect, nature, summer,
Form: Fibonacci
When sunlight breaks through tiny ice crystals
Diamonds blue white ~ enamelled pearls
On the ground frost and ice crystals sparkle like fallen stars
- 15.11.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- Published in the Newspaper : 19.11.2016
Categories:
enamelled, art, beauty, nature, winter,
Form: Verse
With gray wolves around,
he put the gun on the chin
and pulled the trigger.
The crowded nest and tainted gemones :
the double helix had the sex crumbling :
consensual hate.
Some beasts and hairy saints
were turning the world black,
sitting on marbled floor and talking of white moon.
Drifting faith in swollen eyes, watching
a burning train;
tomorrow I will travel again in pursuit of walking trees.
Proud legends like scorpions
climbing on your throat. Enamelled stings
ready to spin you blue.
Clams shut on the poor pink,
honeycomb becomes a trap.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
enamelled, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
Embryos sing saddle-sore sonatas, beneath
the despot eaves of chromium skies, reflecting
black light down upon the harbours where
ambition claws the air and slowly dies; and
nighthawks scream a siren song of sadness, for
all the lovers lost and ripped apart, their
entrails steaming, scattered and decaying, cryogenic
memories still the beating heart.
Somewhere in a paean of pain and passion, eyes
upturned in sockets sear the night, telescope
and zoom into the heavens, ruptured
vessels crack the milky white; for
all the golden graces of the goddess, stealing
and absorbing love and soul, hoarding
with her sadist smiles of sorrow, reaps
the diamond, reimburses coal.
On the moon my blood drips sour and savage, fills
the craters and the fossil seas, scars
the surface dust like crazy paving, packs
the vacuum deserts with disease; on
the moon my blood is frozen solid, crystallising,
still as tombstone script, cold,
implacably cast as death's dominion, to
love no more, enamelled bathtub crypt.
Categories:
enamelled, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Our wishes tattooed on my membrane mind,
Silver nitrate of love with womankind,
While we lazed in the lap of a springtime dream,
Of our futures baptised in a sunlit stream.
The mill wheel turned the canvas sail
That caught the wheat-germ breeze,
Our youth played tag with fleeting hours,
And the daily grind sauntered with ease.
We were young, hedonistic, transcending mistakes,
Marking the time with treasured keepsakes:
A memento toy of the primal birth,
Of flowers plucked from out the earth,
Of poems read at close of day,
Of breakfast tea we poured away,
Of worlds that turned in hearts of gold,
Of holiday junk and wine grown old,
And a vault to lock the future in
As houseplants bloomed, year out, year in;
‘Till a dark red void gaped cold and still,
An empty space we could not fill.
Our dreams engraved on each tangle and plaque
By midnight chisels enamelled black,
While we laboured in lungs of winter breath,
Our beings resisting treaties with death.
The last of the laughter dying away,
Like a gallows ghost in the air
And Old Father Time with his sand dancing steps
Had crept…whilst we slept…unaware…
Categories:
enamelled, life, loss, sad, time,
Form: Verse