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Writings and Witterings


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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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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


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Hare, Fox, and Owl

A hare a fox and an owl
met at the crossroads,
‘Come,’ said the fox, ‘show
me where we must hide
from the hunter.’
‘Oh,’ said the hare,
‘we don’t need to hide,
the hunters don’t seek
hares.’
‘Who, who,’ said the owl,
‘said they did?’

Polly Robinson © 2015

An update to a 2013 poem.


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The Journey

Riding from far North they came
through snow and sleet and sheeting rain.
Ice formed behind them, frosted, cracked
red dragon scales, in parts, looked blacked.
On wings sheer clipped, their fire breath quenched,
onward, moving South, they went.

Flying ahead of the sunset West:
werewolves; sprites in fiery vests;
pixies pointing ears to learn
where coal black jackdaws crash and burn.
There is no place to hide.

Then from the sunrise in the East
the faerie queen on bounding beast
the size of which sees grown elves weep.
They hear her voice so light (though deep)
control the slavering ride.

Inch by inch from the dry drought South
carrying dead sheep in its mouth
the Kraken, skin scabbed, wracked and ripped
scouts for the havering hare who nips
at the frail fingers of sylvan wamblers.

Polly Robinson © 2014

Reposting this especially for Poetics: Snowed Under, Iced In, Cosying Up – not sure about the ‘cosying up’ bit though… ;)