cliff top books

Prosery – Tomas Tranströmer

thanks Bjorn for introducing me to Tomas Tanstromer. and his poem after someone’s death from which the line “All the names swallowed up by the cold.” you chose as todays prosery prompt her at #dversepoetrypub.

Cliff top books.

Cliff top bookshop is invested the local paper’s headline screams.

Giant lady bird/bugs have invaded the size of kittens all
black with red spots. With a taste for ink burdened paper.

I could hear the books screaming for help as I struggled up (the
gas canister on my back slowing me down) the steep cliff path, small lady bird/bug
invasion getting squished under foot and hand as they cover both hands rail and
steps.

With all the names swallowed. Up by the cold-hearted lady
bird/bugs they try to take flight as I enter the store.

Flame thrower in hand
books beyond saving. The thrower pops into live roaring its greedy tongue
consuming dead books and lady bird/bugs.

The smaller beasties sensing their parents demise swarm up
and consume me. I will haunt his place of swallowed names and books death
forever and a day.

snow moon #haibun

Haibun Monday 2-26-24: Snow Moon

https://dversepoets.com/tag/haibun-monday

Snow moon.

Shrouded in cloud and mist. My mind or this month’s full moon? Craving a change of scenery my hands work while my mind wonders to ice cream on warm sandy beaches. Don’t we all daydream of warmer months when we are cold to the core. We also dream of cooling showers on over warm days. The misted snow moon always has me thinking nearly there, I have almost survived another winter.

Winters end cometh,
Hold on my grave frozen heart,
Defrost on its way.

Spring awaits me,
Defrosting with yellow dash,
Snow moon tells me so.

© 26/02/2024 rog leach

thanks frank @ #dversepotespub for an inspired prompt.

Touched by menace #quadrille

Quadrille #195 – Don’t Touch that Dial! (Stay and Write a Poem)

Touched by menace #quadrille #acrostic 

Towering over me with menace,
Over me he hovered, with imagined threat,
Utterly obnoxious, truly repugnant 
Courting the demises end until,
Hell’s residence arrived,
Eroding his imagined birth right,
Demons returning him to be touched by fire.

Towering over, utterly courting hell’s eroding demons.

© 19/02/2024 rog leach

#whimsygizmo invited us to be touched by her #quadrille prompt my first thought was to write about how music can touch us all bringing humanity together but once i started my poem found its own form as if touched by other influences.

Matchstick Disco.

Poetics: It’s Written in Stone

This evening we are invited into a special place that requires a poem to lead us in. Painted into the wall of the entrance. the song above is the inspiration for mine. where I imagine slipping into another reality to forget the wows of the week. surrounded by the works of L. S Lowry. #Lowry

Matchstick disco! 

Leave your programmed mind behind, 
Follow the footprints of all, 
The stick men, women and kids who went before, 
Small circles in the path, heading towards freedom, 
Leave your imagined human form behind, 
Ink and paint replacement body immerging, 
With each step towards the matchstick disco, 
Where sparking clogs is cool 😎, 
While playing with matchstick cats and dogs, 
Dance your blues away, leaving work behind, 
Life’s blues forgotten, swaying in  cloth caps  
Only   jovial allowed back through, 
To re-join reality, but always welcome back, 
To the land of matchstick cats and dogs. 

© 13/02/2024 rog leach

Lilac Rain

Prosery: City Lilacs

Here this evening at #dversepoetrypub we are writing prosery in a flash fiction of 144 words. the challenge is to use a line from a chosen poem the line has been chosen from Helen Dunmore’s poem “city lilacs”. the line is ” City Lilacs, release their sweet scent, wild perfume , then bow down heavy with rain.” I have chosen to combine this with a prompt from a local writers group who has challenged us to include a famous quote from a film of our choice. my chosen line is “It can’t rain all the time!” from Brendan Lee’s film the crow.

Lilac Rain.

Two city slickers boasting load, bragging clear devouring a six course over indulgent breakfast. Boasting load, bragging clear of all the lilac scented gardens they built over. Leaving those who hear them feeling cold, and ashamed of their part of such behaviour.

Two city slickers raining environmental hatred on the city in which they dwell. Forcing others into poverty and hunger. But surprisingly those on the receiving end of their shenanigans, believe that it can’t rain all the time even in the spring time.

Pitch forks and burning tempers come looking came looking. Two city slickers now dead at angry mob’s hand. A lilac planted atop their graves. City Lilacs release their sweet wild perfume, then bow down heavy with rain. Saying sorry for the vile behaviour of two city slickers now sleeping among their roots. City recovers in a Lilac rain scented shower.