In response to the sepia photograph prompt at The Mag which was a new find for me in 2012 – now taking a bit of a break – this ekphrastic poem:
Captured for
all time
in the silent
shadows.
A sunlit room,
snapshots
in time
in a snapshot of time.
Unlit candles
cast darkness on sills.
A frozen head
observes
time stands still.
It is 10:30.
It remains 10:30.
It will never be other
than 10:30.
Polly Stretton © 2016
Sadly, the Mixcloud video, which was published when I first wrote this post, is no longer available, it was at: https://www.mixcloud.com/Apples_and_Snakes/home-cooking-poets-at-croome-by-heather-wastie/ but I cannot access it any more 😦
I was thrilled to be part of this project. With many thanks to Heather Wastie, Apples & Snakes, and all my fab poetry friends.
A writing group friend has set up his first blog. You can find Peter’s blog here: https://esperluetterbox.wordpress.com
My poem ‘Mrs Smithfield’ has been selected to appear in The Wait Poetry Anthology – especially pleased as all proceeds for the book go to Cancer Research 🙂
District Governor Jan Harris held an outstanding conference in Bournemouth last weekend. I co-hosted the ‘Oscars’ evening, an occasion where Jan acknowledged district members who have worked with her throughout the Rotary year.
We had a fabulous evening, and as you can see, I was surrounded by handsome men – Oscar and Oliver 😉
A beautiful poem from a beautiful woman, my dear friend, Catherine – and what a talent! What say you, fellow bloggers?
LADY OF THE LANDSCAPE: TRANSIENT MOTIONS
(All Things Must Pass)
People scratch you. Attempt to break your willow skin.
You will not scar. You’ve come too far.
You wake what is within.
The words amaze at all these days, he pulls
your petticoat. Like a child’s eyes packed
full of lies, your ‘best friend’ come to gloat.
Keep the ascent my mountain mother,
words caught from seabeds in your
dreams.
You house the collective psyche of
all that might and might not be.
You form the ancient avenues of rivers
rolling through. You are the violet voice
of jay today and tomorrow’s pigeon coo.
You run the day that lies ahead with
celestial composure, the nimble nimbus
in parallel working to enclose you.
As if from nowhere, dappled star shine
spreads itself on winter’s woodland floor.
Complexity compels you, transient
patterns you adore.
Catherine Norris © 2013
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