We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at evening–
Everywhere the eye concedes to
Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye
Of a tarn. 118 more words
5 days, 7 hours ago
writing in north norfolk
A weaver, when she has prepared her loom,
Lifts and depresses threads using a comb,
A rigid heddle to help create a gap
And stop the cloth collapsing in her lap. 230 more words
1 week ago
Hello dVerse Poets and welcome to Tuesday Poetics, hosted this week by me, Kim. You can find me on Writing in North Norfolk.
As some of you may already know, I love the work of the Irish poet Seamus Heaney, who sadly passed away on 30th August 2013. 480 more words
Jonathan Russell Clark
The most fascinating note I’ve ever found in a secondhand book is in a hardcover copy of Seamus Heaney’s 102 more words
A Hatch of Greenwells
The other day I had planned on going fishing but the forecast turned out to be for high winds and maybe snow. Now snow I can live with – for a while – whilst out fishing but wind can be a bugger. 461 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
Blackberry Picking by Seamus Heaney
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot… 239 more words
2 weeks ago
For John D.
fecund, moribund, quincunx
rhizome, rissole, piss-hole in the snow
phenom, pheromone, genome
lissom, blossom, possum.
This poem is all about sound, association and perhaps, memory. 365 more words
2 weeks, 3 days ago