Final day of Paul Brookes’ challenge and I’m pleased to say I participated every day. Some prompts were more challenging than others; some produced poems grimmer than I enjoy writing. Some drew out memories, unexpected but worth airing now that any fear or unease is long laid to rest.

Thank you, Paul for your generosity in preparing all this and giving us a platform for our work.

Visitors by Terry Chipp

Rose by MJSaucer

 

Night visitors

Silent
between the wardrobe and the door
made of shadow and shifting moonlight
they were always there

still are but now I know who they are
and why they are here.
Their eyes have lost the piercing questioning
and smile gravely

welcoming me to join the endless chain
back and forth stitched with shreds
and shards and sighs of sorrow
cradling moon-pale bones and the sepia rose.