Polly

Writings and Witterings


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Valediction

I see you in the sky blossoms:
lapis lazuli, cloudy pearls;
in laburnum chains,
lime links and leafy swirls.
And the sunshine’s silvery golden show.

Think of days like today
when the sun shines as if it’s July.
I remember you, my friend,
and the times we spent
together.

Polly Robinson © 2015

My friend lost her fight with cancer last Friday – posting this in memory of the most generous, kind and wise woman who has left us too soon.


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Earache

A poem for two voices – remembering a trip to the Canary Islands at this time of year :)

Earache

‘Oh! My ears hurt. My ears hurt.
It’s the wind that blows
over the oceans,
ruffling my clothes,
but worse than that,
even though it’s warm,
in my ears there’s an ache going on.’

‘Yes, I know, my dear,
the pain is intense,
you’ve been telling me
for hours, ever since
we got to this island
so far from our home,
but it is warm, dear,
and wherever we roam
at this time of year
it’ll always be true
that wind in your ears
will trouble you.’

‘But it’s making me blue
and this is not why we’re here,
they promised good times
full of sunshine and cheer.
The ache in my ears
is making me anxious.
Forgive me my darling
for being fractious.’

‘Well, the sunshine is here,
such a lovely day,
something to smile at
while we are away.
Perhaps you’ll feel better
if we go inside?
Though I’m sad if from sunshine
we have to hide.’

‘Ooh, look! A hat stall! Look my dear!
I’ll get a tea cosy to cover my ears
and take the ache away.
We’ll stay outdoors, our time won’t be ruined
by a mistraly breeze or worse that’s brewing.
Warm though it is, I can’t be doing
with pain in my ears, I’m only human.’

‘Ah, do not distress yourself
buy the hat,
in moments all will be swell.
You may have pain
in your ears, my dear…
But my ears ache as well!’

Polly Robinson © 2015

In response to a dVerse prompt by Grace aka Kathleen Everett – dVerse is open to all, have a go! :)


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Faintly Curled

Four raven wings
framed by the pale
of dawn mist sorrow
swoop from the tower,
troop over lawns
watching prancing unicorns
paw the ground,
kick up sweet-smelling dust
and prepare to lock horns.
The birds caw and wish away
all ills of a mortal world;
after a year and a day
their wishes lie still,
faintly curled.
On the tower, wings of lead,
four raven wings spread,
as unicorns scent the air.

Polly Robinson © 2015

This poem was my response to tonight’s WWC prompt ‘Two Ravens’– it was to be for children (no age stipulated)


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Bones Under A Bridge

Tiny pile of bones
under a bridge
you were found out;
talked to the hawk,
or a murder of crows.
Maybe your first love,
the one that found you
in flagrante
set you up,
or perhaps the second
who had the pleasure
of hearing your infidelity;
selfish, you will be alone.
The bridge didn’t help.
We will celebrate
bones ‘neath the bridge.
No one cares.

Polly Robinson © 2015


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Flash Fiction Competition 2015

Polly:

The Fourth Flash Fiction competition is open – give it a go – open to all!

Originally posted on Worcestershire LitFest & Fringe:

  • The 2015 WLF&F Flash Fiction Competition is now open
  • Closing Date Friday 24 April 2015
  • Send us your flash fiction maximum 300 words
  • Up to three submissions
  • Entry fee: £4 per story or £10 for three
  • For rules see below
  •  Judges: Calum Kerr and Lindsay Stanberry-Flynn

The Flash Fiction Winners will be announced at the Festival Launch event Friday 12 June 2015

There will be a celebratory launch of the 2015 anthology later in the year

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We’re looking for Flash Fiction of fewer than 300 words to be submitted to us before 24 April 2015.

Competition now open. Payment details below.

Competition Rules

  1. Closing date is 24 April 2015.
  2. The maximum word limit is 300, not including the title (no minimum).
  3. You may send up to three entries.
  4. Submitted pieces must not have been published or performed elsewhere, must be the entrant’s…

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A Fine Disregard

Written early in 2013…perhaps I had an inkling…

A Fine Disregard for Awkward Facts

He has a true dislike
of anything uncomfortable;
will go to any length
to avoid,
to hide,
to circumnavigate the prickly
pear of confrontation.

When it comes to facts,
indisputable facts,
that he dislikes
he manages to ignore them completely,
utterly.
There are none so blind
as those who will not see.

Polly Robinson © 2013