My greatest thanks to Editor Kristiana Reed for publishing my work in the latest issue of Free Verse Revolution literary magazine ❤ I have two erasure poems and one painting included here in Issue VIII, Guinevere: rebirth on pages 21, 41 and 66, titled Nomad, Revelation and Scrying at Dawn, alongside some great company. Simply the best way to finish the year!
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❤ Thank you so much to all of you for your continual ongoing support with my writing, in always taking the time to read my work and post a comment. It’s so heartwarming and uplifting. Know that I truly, deeply appreciate you ❤
I’d never been to a séance before, and it didn’t seem appropriate this close to Christmas.
Though spacious and tastefully furnished, the room had reminded me of a vault, all sombre dark wood surround and shadowy eaves.
The thing is, I didn’t know whether to tell Janey about the tall pale man who had been standing behind her the whole time. They’d only done it for a bit of fun after all, she and her cronies, to figure out why things kept mysteriously vanishing, keys ending up in the fridge and such-like. But there he had been looking down at her, she, giggling and oblivious, as it seemed had been everyone else.
And when, shuddering, I left, gulping in the night air, I could hear the strains of a lone violin playing somewhere in the house.
Written for Shay’s Word Garden, where we are given inspiration with Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Words used: Christmas, violin. Shay also shares her favourite poem by him called Junkman’s Obligato, which is an absolute joy to read, I highly recommend it. You can find it over at her page.
The world has been made in perfect design, though it hangs akilter and jostles between eureka and disaster. A perpetual day and a perpetual night turn and turn. There is still time and it’s not too late. Even though my love is a dust whirlwind of longing trying to find its way. Even though sands shift and the desert night is cold, cold. Even though we orbs have had it with this realm. Quiet joy bubbles somewhere, where the journey goes beyond and beyond.
It creeps up from the back of your head to the forefront of your mind, the idea. You try and pin it down on paper but it scarpers. You try again, it evades. Again, and it vamooses.
You manage a semblance of thing plucked from a stray cloud of silver lining but it is far removed from what you glimpsed. An abstract configuring, an ink-bleed, paint-scraped, notion of the thing. A sister thing, a cousin thing of the original platonic idea. Tis a two-dimensional face of the dodecahedron. Just one angle of the tetrahedron. It’s Pythagoras hiding behind a curtain, for he was rumoured to be so good-looking, he didn’t want to distract anyone, wanted to be appreciated for his brains only. And he was. Go, Pythagoras.
Sometimes devils wear an angel’s face. Cause they’re tricksters, see. They would turn it all round on you in a jiffy. Don’t be fooled by cherubs, they’re full of it. Stick them on the tree and forget about them. Fairy lights make it all look pretty anyway.
But you’re right, of course, the reverse is also true. Some fiends are angels hidden. To smoke out the legit devils. Traitorous in a good way. Just look what happened to Snape. Some revelations are posthumous. It’s the riddler’s dark joke.
And isn’t it true that humdrum is happiness after a Kansas whirlwind of upside-down? You couldn’t write a typical verse after that ever again. Then some days, you’d release firecrackers into the open air of the yawning plains just to add some freak normal to your humdrum, cause twisters were your normal for so long.
Written for Shay’s Word Garden, where we are given inspiration with a word list taken from lyrics of songs by The Smiths. Words used: devil, joke, humdrum, typical, verse.
There are so many Smiths and Morrissey songs I love but I’ve listened to them a bit too much over the years that I can’t any more. But here’s one I enjoyed revisiting today. I’m Not Sorry from Morrissey’s 2005 You are the Quarry album. It’s a great live version, I just love it. May you lend it your ears awhile.
I had some lovely news today. My erasure poem Star Walks has been shortlisted for Ink Sweat and Tears November’s Pick of the Month. So I have a favour to ask of you guys. I would appreciate it so much if you could click on the link below and vote for me? Voting closes at 6pm on Wednesday 14th December (GMT).
Obviously, I shan’t hold it against you if you choose another poem instead! Just don’t tell me you did! 🙂