Category: Poetry

Sitting on a bench on a hill

The challenge was to write something that was ‘against type’; in some way opposite to how you would usually write. I identified that my poetry usually sticks to rhyme and meter, and is mostly reliant on metaphor and simile. I tried to write a lovely seasonal piece without any of these things, and this is the result. Read More

September 30th

The final breath of a much appreciated rest at the mountain’s peak. A break in the clouds in the last afternoon of the working week. The dial tone after that long-delayed call to a distant friend. The visible bottom of the jar, signalling the peanut butter’s end. A single strip of green remaining for the Read More

Sim ill arse hounds

Another Creative Writing challenge was to produce something where the first line was the same as the last line. Inspired by nonsense poems, I tried to create a series of near-limericks that have the same first and last lines – but also, these repeated lines sound almost identical to the next poem’s first and last Read More

The Worst Tribute of All Time

If you haven’t yet caught the incredible Worst Idea of All Time podcast by Tim Batt and Guy Montgomery (on the http://www.littleempirepodcast.com/ network) then you’d better drop whatever it is you’re doing and give it a listen now! It’s some of the funniest spontaneous content on the web, and true gold comedy. Long story short, I sent Read More

Poetic Feet & Meter

The answer is that I try to construct such poetry whilst strictly obeying my chosen syllabic foot and line meter. What does this mean? Well, my latest embarrassment of a business card was created with the hopes that more people will be able to identify these poetic constructions, and try sticking to them when they Read More

Fratrisidled

He rode a metronome, a-saddled high, burdened with lead, Weeks a-rode from home, September sky unpleasant red, His head a heavy tome, a desp’rate guy in want of bed, A dirt encrusted dome, black-dripping eye, and close to dead. His hoss, a steady mare, relentless marching in its sway, A’course, not heard no-where neither a Read More

A Welsh Sunset

I wrote this in the spring of 2011, looking out of the window on a train leaving Cardiff A bronzing autumn afternoon in spring, That radiates a gorgeous golden glow, Oh, precious sun, herald the evening, Through tempered twilight’s tanning undertow. The last we see are copper-coloured reds, And bars of luscious long-lamenting light, Before Read More

A Sonnet’s On It

A quick piece of iambic pentameter inspired by my two favourite poets of yesteryear, William Shakespeare and John Donne. Shall I compare thee to a sonnet verse? Though art more lovely and more musical. Rough winds prevent time needed to rehearse, Though summer’s lyrics remain whimsical. Sometime too vague a sonnet’s matter reads, And often Read More

Found Horse

I stumbled on this opening that I churned out to a longer form poem – I’ll probably add to it and edit it as time goes on, but here’s just the beginning… I came upon a solitary steed, Though in itself not a peculiar sight, It was of gentle stand and healthy breed, And harnessed Read More

On Autumn

The fourth poem in my Seasons quartet How beautiful the elegance of slowly turning old, The elegy of decadence that’s wilting brown and gold, The gentle sinking of the sun between the harvest-trees, That shows, through glows of telling beams, the thinning of the leaves. The turning of the soil, but the toil of this chore Read More

On Summer

The third poem in my Seasons quartet The greatest show on earth is found in ground and nooks and brooks, Wherever there are lovers, and where every child looks, Where wild stretching fauna finds a corner yet to fill, Of every downing valley, and of every crowning hill. The fullest time of life is of sublime, Read More

On Spring

The second poem in my Seasons quartet When little is our last of hope to feel the warmth again, When unexpectedly we wish, through tiring Winter-rain, To feel the torrents pouring down from lazy snoring clouds, But warm and wet and wondrously damp and drenching shrouds That thaw the ice and nicely kiss the earth beneath Read More

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