Incantation (NaPoWriMo)

After Elinor Wylie’s poem.  Photo by Vincent Botta on Unsplash   A coal black eye In a chalky face Sees the puddled ink drown A bone-white space,   And black words hiss From the page, “it is done,” While dark spots stain A white-hot sun   And dark billows crawl ‘Cross an ashen sky Reflecting the murk Within…

Instructions for Traveling to the Other Side (NaPoWriMo)

Photo by Sammie Vasquez on Unsplash. My first poem for NaPoWriMo. The italicized line is taken from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 66, which can be read here.   First, the breathing, Slow in and out, Trimmed to the heartbeat’s metronome, The traffic of the body Transformed into the momentum of glaciers. Tired with all these, from these would I be…

Quadrille #3

Photo by Vedad Colic from Pexels Written in response to the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge here.   Awake in darkness, I Cannot close the gates The moon has unlocked within. Swathed against the cold, I can only open up the world And let the thought-creatures forth. A paper landscape welcomes them, The footsteps of the mind, Trailing into…

Buried

My most recent poem, built on a stanza I penned years ago and recently decided to finish. Now sable Night extends The velvets of her raiment; The swollen dark descends, Enclosing the bleak way, meant For quiet feet to tread alone, There where the thorny cobbles groan   And whisper of the past Things buried…

Quadrille #2

Photo by Fancycrave.com from Pexels I wrote this without much thought this afternoon, in a busy coffee shop, accompanied by a lovely beer. https://dversepoets.com/2019/03/11/quadrille-75-spike-up-a-poem/ Quadrille Her needle navigates the weft Of fabric, torn; Her eyes traverse the heft Of tragedies in minute forms: A shattered vase, The eyes gouged from a faceless face Thrown on the pile of…

Throwback Thursday #18

Here’s a poem I wrote about five years ago. At the time I had an assignment to write for a class, and had absolutely no inspiration. No inspiration for anything I thought was good, anyway. I penned the following poem in the midst of my frustration that night. *** The Page’s Epitaph This paper waits;…

Ars Poetica, by Archibald MacLeish

Photo by Aleksandar Pasaric from Pexels Continuing my new Monday tradition of posting a poem that has influenced my own poetry writing, here is a poem by Archibald MacLeish. I have loved this poem for years and have tried to emulate its style before, but MacLeish writes in a way that I can’t seem to…

Prophecy, by Elinor Wylie

I think I’m going to start a new tradition where I post one of my favorite poems every Monday. To start off, here’s one by Elinor Wylie which has stuck with me ever since I first read it years ago. Prophecy I shall lie hidden in a hut In the middle of an alder wood,…

Throwback Thursday #17

I haven’t done a Throwback Thursday post in a while… Here’s a poem I wrote in the fall of 2013, in the style of Emily Dickinson. *** I much prefer my dish of death Straightforward on the plate— Overt and undisguised, for here No masquerades are played—   I much prefer it clear and cold,…

My Harvest

Written for Word Prompt Wednesday.   I am harvesting the seeds sown as a child From thumbholes in the bare earth, each miniscule body Buried in them, and abandoned.   Not neglected, though. My thoughts coaxed them Leaf-curling and persistent, from crevices Not sealed after all.   But last night—in the turned-away gaze of the…