I Once Again Write About The Sky I haven’t seen the stars in almost four months. At least not ones that are actually in the sky above me in that moment. Instead of I see miles of orange stretching across the horizon. Not that delicious…

I wove our worlds together, silk, cotton, linen, wool for the cooler months nothing synthetic I would have picked the flax and cotton myself, sheared the sheep even, but I was in the garden picking herbs and vegetables for the soup I was making for…

Marriage   A tunnel filled with light. An amalgamation of selves. A bond, a pact, a partnership. The perfection of love. Freedom.   Or   A tunnel filled with darkness. An obliteration of the self. A duty, a deal, a convenience. The pretence of love….

From the hour four prompts

Night Dark sky Stark and wide From the bright city But bid the lights goodbye, And see dark skies blossom pretty Points of light, becoming clouds of bitty Distant fires, or rocks in space reflecting light From the hidden sun, behind the gritty Bulk of…

Stop Close your eyes and go to sleep When you close your eyes do you dream? Try not to close your eyes without dreaming Now close your eyes What do you see? (5 August 2017)

A courtyard of dreams Alive with entwined honeysuckle vines and ancient roses Musical sounds of small bright blue birds and busy buzzing honeybees Dancing and twirling, bold beautiful butterflies They come to visit They come to play My fragrant garden of peace Sunlit or Moonlit…

For hour four, I applied the prompt to a poem I had already started a few minutes before. First, the finished poem: The dream is always the same Who told bigger lies? I know, it wasn’t a contest but I’m always looking for that edge…