“The Symbolism Isn’t” published by kind Terijo in Literally Literary
Month: March 2017
“We Shouldn’t Wonder” Warmly grateful to Renee S for publishing in Literati Magazine.
“We Shouldn’t Wonder” Warmly grateful to Renee S for publishing in Literati Magazine.
“Vincent” kindly published by Renee S in Literati Magazine
“Vincent” kindly published by Renee S in Literati Magazine
Fortune
Good Fortune secures no position for its camp,
constructs no entrenchments behind which to retire.
It extends its line on either wing to prevent it being outflanked, but cannot make its front equal to Bad News, thins its line and weakens the centre so can hardly keep in touch.
On its right is a small hill which it decides to hold with reserves, and this disposition.
Bad News fears a ruse in scanty numbers of Good Fortune, and thinks the hill is occupied in order that reserves might attack flank and rear of Bad News while their front is engaged,
directs its attack upon Good Fortune’s reserves, certain that if it drives them from their position, its overwhelming numbers gives easy victory on level ground.
Kindly Renee S. published “The Template (Seven Poems)” in Literati Magazine
Kindly Renee S. published “The Template (Seven Poems)” in Literati Magazine .
“O, Lady Of The Breath (Four Vacanas)” kindly published by Rachel in Poetry In Form
“O, Lady Of The Breath (Four Vacanas)” kindly published by Rachel in Poetry In Form
https://poetry-in-form.com/o-lady-of-the-breath-four-vacanas-44d48200b21
The Dense
of boxes hunker huddled on the hill
as if gathered close against
cold gust invasion of their privacy
Homeful
where the linnet calls,
it breaks big white back
of winter; craggs out
grey veins dry stone walls
of territory.
Male Ring Ouzel calls,
cock Lapwings tumble,
Short Eared Owls hunt
wasteland: incomers.
birds swoop upstream bones
moved by these false springs.
Then the Curlew calls.
Spring staggers from brok
en white shells, tubers
unsteady or sharp
suck out hill’s feathered
underside.
There the Golden Plover
takes fledglings across
warming ice: snow broth
whispers down to crack
the river’s quiet
hibernating voice.
Copyright Paul Brookes, Published in South West broadsheet 1993
Terijo kindly published “Galileo” in Literally Literary
Terijo kindly published “Galileo” in Literally Literary
https://medium.com/literally-literary/galileo-73f5e5dc8ce3 Thanks to @Darrieb
Elixir’s
in a world where all is gold, a stone philosopher it turns shine to dull, soft to hard, precious to practical useable, so gold spades and forks can dig earth, nibs write imagination, forges make nails that do not bend, staple roofs, soles to leather, the starved amongst riches can eat again with cutlery that does not melt in the mouth.
powder for drying wounds, philosopher’s stone. Shortens life.
The Wombwell Rainbow 