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Rather than go dark, my muse decided (never asks Esme mind, just strikes when I’m not looking. Cheeky sod) to …
Tag Archives: Poetry
Sometimes I feel it is my fate to chase you screaming up a tower
(I’m late so far as the theme, I know, sue me (if you can find me)).This poem made me laugh …
The Scullery Maid
Superb poetry from Mike Steeden here; my reblogs always beggar up so I’m pasting it along with the linkage to …
Simulcast Fragment – 1825210005 – Lucian E. Fabble – The Ghost of Your Writer
The following letter and subsequent verses were found by rail guard Lucian E. Fabble on the first day of November …
The Ill-advised Musings of a Svengali Surgeon
He said . . . I will make you my Helen of Troy, dearest one, Disguise the crow’s …
Common has Muck and Decency in tow . . .
Word Up It’s packed in here. I can’t actually see Packed because, true to his name, he’s in the …
Before you, The sun and the moon were paper-thin plates
You can feel the teeth of this one. Enjoy. Rime Riche – Monica Ferrell You need me like ice needs …
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 …
From Fear to Eternity (Or: The Ballad of Elsie & Jack)
At last the time had come, to bridge a vast and curious gap, One thousand miles its span, two paramours …
Never the Twain Swains
The silent, stealthy suspect Loiters, lickerish-like, whilst lounging, Lusting lovingly at the lady’s Largifical, luscious loins. He longs but will …
Works of Fire
Sullied pale petals Rust-edged with risk Drift slow with intention — Hem to fingers brisk On coppery bottoms Mounds swathed …
Racy Alternation
Racy Alternation Spellbound storm rider, Balls clipped to cleats; I’ve got time on my side, For my feet fly so …
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows.
Sublime stuff, a wonderful lack of punctuation too. One huge expulsion of rawly charged air. Lovesong – Ted Hughes He …
The Cloud Speaks on the Subject of Tragedy
We adore tragedy. Think of your favourite film, your most beloved book, and I venture there will be elements …
The roughage grows dark – by Minty Boffle
I came across this a couple of weeks back and loved it so much it stuck with me enough to …
So it Goes.
In a faraway land, umpteen moons ago, Fishwives tongues set the world aglow; Igniting with rumours a rife paradigm, Peradventure …
The Plan
A warm offering from Esme for V-day, one which has some elements of the following within: Everyone should have the …
I Wait Until Once More the Fascinating Ripping Takes Place
I found André Breton’s poems whilst peering into the depths of the aether during the darkest hours of the night …
Pegs.
Children growing up in the UK during the seventies were oft exposed to the following poetry and its ilk. I …
