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Day 25. Describe a magical sunrise or sunset you have witnessed. How did it make you feel?
Fair Eyed Sunset
A boy
and a girl. Flushed by
heat.
It’s that age of delightment,
thoughts their bodies unhouse.
They are waiting
for the #100 bus into town.
No particular destination in mind.
Just west.
Just beyond the sunset’s backlights.
It’s blazing
like a city on fire.
She lifts her lamp-bright eyes to his.
He’d willingly steal the sky for her,
this fair-eyed girl.
Written for The Wildness Challenge. Day 25. Describe a magical sunrise or sunset you have witnessed during your journey. How did it make you feel? Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
Please join me in congratulating poet, Samantha Terrell on the launch of her brand new poetry collection, Confronting The Elements. (JC STUDIO Press)

Confronting the Elementsis a poetry collection by American poet, Samantha Terrell, which pays tribute to three of the four natural elements – fire, earth, and air – whilst exploring the spiritual and social impacts of the human relationship with the world around us. Confronting the Elements features all original (non-AI) cover art and watercolor illustrations by professional Scottish artist, Jane Cornwell. It follows Terrell and Cornwell’s collaborative illustrated chapbook, Keeping Afloat (2021), which showcases the fourth element – water.

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Samantha Terrell is an internationally published poet whose books have received five-star reviews and accolades from her peers. Her poetry emphasizes self-awareness as a means to social awareness and can be…
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Originally from Bristol, England, he currently gets his fill of urban hills in South East London. He has had poems published in various places including Acumen, Atrium and The Storms. His debut collection ‘Street Sailing’ is out now with Black Bough Poetry.
The midges in the woods
Took me half a life to realise, bears were not the real danger in the woods. Or not the worst. For all their sudden rearing, they do present a choice: yell and fight or scream and run. It’s the midges I can’t handle. Their nagging presence, a dense and personal cloud of angst. A fluid murmuration of doubt, flickering about my head, forever, on the inside and never out.
Big Tent Politics
No one sang, send in the liars, send in the mean, no show runner nodded on…
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Day 24: Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them?
A Conversation with a Dog
The dog gives me that questioning look, a tilt of the head, and she says,
Youre so quiet what are you quiet about
She asks questions without punctuation. Without an inflection of curiosity. Without grammar. Without folds when speaking. That’s a human thing, she once told me, fenced-in words, defined, refined. Sublime sounds bursting out of a human’s head. You should learn to bark, she said.
And I tell the dog that I don’t know what I’m quiet about. Do I need a reason? I suppose that I do, so I start searching for an answer. The dog is still looking at me, head tilted, so I glance beyond her face to the wall, and to the clock on the mantelpiece, and to the…
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It’s my pleasure today to welcome Jamie Woods ro drop in to reflect on a poem from his pamphlet, Rebel Blood Cells (Punk Dust Poetry, 2023).

This is a poem about me – the poetic I is also the actual I in this poem – listening to a particular songbyone of my favourite bands. It’s my thoughts on the song itself, and what it meant to me in 2019 when I listened to it and had a moment of clarity. I wrote it for myself, not publication, but when I decided to share some of my work, this was included. There’s a lot more to it than that, obviously…
Firstly the song I was listening to. William’s Last Words is the final track on the Manic Street Preachers 2009 album Journal for Plague Lovers and is sung not by James Dean Bradfield – lead singer, huge rasping soul voice –…
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Old Moor Bird photo by Paul Brookes
Wolf,
where are you?
I know you’re there, lying low.
Not in these quiet meadows
and wooded slopes perhaps,
but along Garonne’s broad reaches
harried by flood waters,
where farm buildings sink beneath the weight of ivy,
wooden planking falls like flakes of slate.
Wolf, where are you?
Down there amid the forest-tangle,
the woodland left untended,
plantations abandoned?
Where sounders of boar roam uncontested?
Where deer multiply undisturbed?
The hunters know, and they won’t tell,
won’t give you away,
they want your souls for their private tally.
I would know, would love to find a sign,
not to pry, your paths are your own,
but to put your secret beneath protecting wings,
so, wolf, if you roam among these tangled trees
If you slip from shade to shade along the wild paths,
you may roam in silent peace, unhindered
by the envious, the destroyers of beauty.
Jane Dougherty
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 Jane Dougherty
lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

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In December 9, 2019 The High Windowpublished a supplement of translations from Modern Greek Poetry under the curatorship of Manolis Aligizakis. Here is another selection of work by four poets which, like those previously published, are taken from Manolis’ monumental anthology, Neo-Hellene Poets: An Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry: 1750-2018 , copies of which can be purchased by following the link to Amazon. Highly recommended also, for those interested in exploring further the riches of modern Greek poetry, is Manolis’s own website: https://authormanolis.wordpress.com/
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The Poets
Kostis Palamas• Tasos Livaditis • Miltos Sachtouris • Antonis Fostieris
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Kostis Palamas: Five Poems
ORPHIC HYMN
Beyond the minds of the thoughtless
functionary and orphic hymnist
I bring back the hymn
of an ancient light worship
as my thoughts run to it now
a river stashed away
the people’s buzzing but a surprise
to the…
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For Paul Brookes’ challenge.

The poplar waits for the orioles to return
Winter torpor
boughs break in wild winds
squirrel-scamper slows sluggish
we sleep while pigs root
deer scrape
boles fill with sleepy snakes
lizards curl
toads dig down deep in leaf litter
leaves stay tight closed
inside in warm sap
crow-song and jay-chatter
crack the icy air grey and clinging cold
a monotone monochrome
through long weeks.
But with softening sun-skies
light that lingers longer
green urges and thrusts timid leaf-fingers
white downy seed pods blow
and in the warming
squirrel-scamper patters
spring comes
pan-fluted by returning children
and their stories of far places
the lush and the dry
their joy to be home
in this poplar tree
by this stream.