An Ancient Panic Etched
Pigeonholed. Pigeonholed, He can hardly move. One of his greatest fears materialised . . . The transpired terror. A foot …
Category Archives: Poetry – Iambic Rhythms from the Aether and the Cloud.
Landlocked
Landlocked This land is: Our land, Island, Argh-land, Ireland . . . The ampersand land of Fathers afore, & …
The World in Her Eyes (Or: Joseema’s Orientation)
The World in Her Eyes (Or: Joseema’s Orientation) She knows a man who looks like you: A greengrocer on Worsely …
Works of Fire
Sullied pale petals Rust-edged with risk Drift slow with intention — Hem to fingers brisk On coppery bottoms Mounds swathed …
Melding a Small Cache of Electric, Eclectic Synapses
Tin Can Communication — Heart to Heart by Esmeralda Cloud The first blast came from nowhere, To her heart . …
Racy Alternation
Racy Alternation Spellbound storm rider, Balls clipped to cleats; I’ve got time on my side, For my feet fly so …
Quite Something
She could sense everything Throughout the aether From ear to eternity’s horizon, To the Empyrian Gate. And consequently . . …
So it Goes.
In a faraway land, umpteen moons ago, Fishwives tongues set the world aglow; Igniting with rumours a rife paradigm, Peradventure …
Just One Solitary Click Left in the Tank.
A Clean Sweep On darker days her toes will curl, Flex, flare, then slowly (but surely) they fasten One …
The Plan
A warm offering from Esme for V-day, one which has some elements of the following within: Everyone should have the …
An Inkling of Bliss
The parcel was wrapped In exquisite dried pulp, A thousand scraps of texts With their arms around each other; Obscured, …
Right My Name
Write my name, You know what it be. Pen it true To connect to me; The one appellation That sets …
A Figure of Fate . . .
To formulate upon your plate The needed state to deviate From what would otherwise be your fate Don’t hesitate — …
Surveying my Zaftig Contours
The Country of Your Kind. I am the country of your kind, Your kinder country. I am your land, Your …
For the Love of the Grenfell Lost
In fury we stand, As a jury we stand, Howling and showing our teeth, hand-in-hand. And we stand in the …
It. Will. Out.
The writer leans back; a slow arching of spine, Burning shoulders pressed deep, with a sigh and a whine To …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 