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Writings and Witterings


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Pity Of The City

Full Beaver Moon – 25 November 2015 (always in November) The time of year to set beaver traps before the big freeze, to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. It’s suggested that the name Full Beaver Moon comes from the fact that the beavers are now actively preparing for winter. It is sometimes also referred to as the Frosty Moon or Hunter’s Moon.

worcester full moon by cathedral - worcesternews.co.uk

Full Moon beside Worcester Cathedral – photo acknowledgement to Worcester News worcesternews.co.uk

Pity Of The City

A dark tale for the baleful Beaver Moon,
the one that sky-lurks tonight:
face lours, eyes glower, glimmering
light emits from pits;
the pity of the city wraps
an evanescence of a smirk
in the murk,
hunting
below.

Shades shirk light on earth;
moonshine works to earn
noir histoire.
Tauntingly haunting crooks in alleys,
capes folded, in wait
for a stumbling gait,
imbibers of a jar
or two…

Ghouls wield needles, knives,
shiver and shrive
to priests of the dark;
leave their mark,
a fusty tang, taint of doom; bloodletters
think of mortality only as banality,
forgetting that death comes to all…
and it’s only a frostbitten
fall
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Polly Stretton © 2015


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The Girl In The Chair And Her Protégé

She’d cupped a small bird in her hand,
born this year, feathers silky soft,
she encouraged flight, held it aloft,
so warm, so weak, it trembled.

She wheeled her chair along smooth garden ways,
a feather dropped, wafted soft.
The bird stayed in the hayloft.

Quietude, rest and warmth worked their magic,
the creature stilled, silently calm,
the scented hay seemed to act as a balm.

The gentle gauche girl returned the next day,
no drama, the bird had flown away.
The girl in the chair and her protégé.

Polly Robinson © 2015


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Junk Mail

Who needs junk mail?
funk mail,
punk mail,
cards of clunk mail
stinks like skunk mail,
chunky chunk mail,
dog-end detritus,
debunk junk mail.

Who needs junk mail?
hunk mail,
gunk mail,
sofas, clothes and flunkety-flunk mail,
better when it’s shrunk mail,
downtrodden drunk mail,
don’t they know it’s fail mail?
Junk mail.

Polly Robinson © 2014


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Twinkle

The Pleiades (1885) by the Symbolist painter Elihu Vedder

The Pleiades (1885) by the Symbolist painter Elihu Vedder

Twinkle

The Symbolist, Vedder,
thought the maids beautiful,
the seven sisters shine.
Their glittering garments
throng the skies. Stars recall
their birth on Kyllini,
to twinkle, cluster bright.

Polly Robinson © 2014

Vandana Sharma from New Delhi, India, is our host at dVerse Meeting the Bar tonight. Vandana’s asked us to write to a poetry form called “Pleiades” invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman. She tells us that “Pleiades” consist of seven lines, each line starting with the same letter as the title. The title is a single word. Later, Hortensia Anderson restricted the length of each line to six syllables.

Vandana asked us to write a poem in “Pleiades” form. As an extra challenge add a reference to a celestial body (any planet, star, constellation, meteor etc) as this form has been inspired from a heavenly object.


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First Love

piano

The piano is in need of tuning
so it can be played in key
music is my first love
rock opera symphony

I love music sheets tucked inside the seat
of piano stool beneath
music soft music loud music beautiful
uplifting and complete

Dissonance: off key
jangles discord—clang clang
the music chaotic bitter sharp
air disturbed—bang bang

Black keys and white keys
wait proud and still
for the piano tuner’s lever
(here he comes up the hill)

He plays sotto voce
presto forte staccato allegro
adagio tosto tutti vivace
tenerezza eco o o o o oh

A tonic in tune once more
affettuoso read the score
pianissimo dolcissimo
come play me piano implores

Polly Robinson © 2012 reposted for Poetics – Under the Influence of Music, a prompt from Anthony Desmond.

Sotto voce: in an undertone
Presto: very fast
Forte: loud; strong
Staccato: brief; detached
Allegro: fast
Adagio: slowly
Tosto: swift; rapid
Tutti:
all; everyone
Vivace: lively
Tenerezza: tenderly
Eco: echo; an effect in which a group of notes is repeated


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Scorpio

Written for the Kidderminster monthly acoustic spoken word and music night, Mouth & Music ‘Ghosts and Ancestors’  October 2014–I didn’t make it to the gig, so am posting it here instead…

Scorpio

Funereal drapes and grey shadow
fingers; faded velvet hangs;
single candle
streaks the blackened room.
The alcove portrait scowls
–surveys the family–
gathered, they eat cake.

Boy puts crumbed hands to face;
the portrait stares
with wrathful eyes.
Boy wishes for warmth
away from the glare,
the daggers of the portrait.
No one else sees.

Uncle picks up the folio
below the portrait;
opens it,
lines mirror down the sides
of his mouth.
Matching eyes,
identical scowl.

The boy views the face
he will become:
same frown,
same beetling brows,
same shock of black hair.
Same birthday.
Samhain.

Polly Robinson © 2014


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Acid Velvet

Nicotiana Alata 'Lime Green' acknowledgement to crocus.co.uk

Nicotiana Alata ‘Lime Green’ acknowledgement to crocus.co.uk

Acid Velvet

Strolling the paths
of my very first flower show,
gravelled with Nicotiana alata,
zesty lime masses soft in the sun.
Salver-shaped, fresh green leaves
wave in the breeze, utter
in the border,
inflorescent cluster of flora,
tobacco panicles
of a younger summer.
Acid velvet trumpets throw
a twilight scent beloved
of city and courtyard,
pour out fragrance for fluttering moths
in cottage gardens.
And I, at my first flower show
fall in love with Solanaceae
for life.

Polly Robinson © 2014