Dance of feathers

Raggina bird of paradise photo by Michael Sammit

Dance of Feathers.
#dversepoetrypub, #berkopoetrysociety, #nature'

Dance you say,
what tune?

Above me only cloud,
Below us only hu-man waste,
Piled up for all to see.

Dance you say,
what tune?

About me plumes of fumes,
Swirling under wings,
Thickening the air we breathe.

Dance you say,
what tune?

Abortions of man fill my home,
Defiling my feathers, my young,
And our health.


Dance you say,
what tune?


No more shall we share,
Feathers with which, to decorate,
Their hats etc, etc, etc,

The tune of paradise,
All squarks, chirps and fluttering,
Returns after fashion.

Our feathers of many a hue,
No longer accessible,
For your beatification.

1st © 29/12/2024 rog leach
2nd © 07/01/2025

thanks Melissa for a great prompt. i have reworked a poem written for the first meeting of 2025 for the Berkhamsted poetry society https://www.berkhamsted-poetry-society.com/ of which I am a member. which was to write a piece from the point of view of an animal.

This land within

This land within.

#tikiswritingguild, #dversepoetspub, #flaminghaibun, #lostlove.

There’s movement out there in the valley. The snow-covered valley, Asleep under snowy blanket. Coming awake, shivering, in this new inner land. In this land that is your land. Coming awake, in this new inner land. In this land that is my land. Your love never truly mine.

There’s movement out there in the valley. The sun-bleached valley desolate. Asleep under a myriad of stars we once shared, now my pals. This land within now just memories of the love we shared and lost. This is now my land alone, not longer your land. Mine to share with those in my future.

Movement in the valley,
Asleep under snowy blanket,
Coming awake, shivering,
Heart-broken and alone,
Your love never truly mine.

Sun bleached valley, desolate.
Myriad of stars now my pals,
Mine to share with the future.

Movement in this land,
Asleep under white blanket,
Stars for my future.
© 06/01/2025 rog leach

wow what an interesting form. thanks Lisa @ #dversepoetspub. I have gone with a double prompt here. one of the writers groups I am a part off challenged us to write a piece to include the lines “In this land that is your land. In this land that is my land.” which is a song lyric the song title and singer I cannot recall. but whoever’s it is thank you.

With Twinkles

Good evening one and all @ #dversepoetspub and what an interesting prompt for tonights #quadrille poems.

Twinkle, twinkle.


Dark voices whisper;

GET SQUIFFY!

Twinkle, twinkle with intent,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
Warmly inviting ambience.


Dark voices whisper;

GET SQUIFFY!

Invited in with menace,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
From false family.


Dark twinkly voices whisper;

GET SQUIFFY!


Fake family with threat,
Dark intent twinkling, twinkling,
Enter your details here.


Dark twinkly voices whisper;


Get squiffy!


Within open Door terror
Dark intent twinkled, tinkled,
Walk away now.


Sweet and sugary voice screams

RUN SQUIFFY, RUN.

Closed down twinkles, twinkled,
Dark intent no longer twinkling,
Violence finally squished.



© 25/11/2024 rog leach

pyramids?

AI generated image.
Who built the pyramids?

We are a disease!
Our planet has spurned us,
Nature takes back Earth.

Most of us are dead! Wiped out by floods of biblical proportion. Our cities now laying at the bottom of the oceans we almost emptied of fish. A passing space cruiser seeing struggling. Stopped and picked up the ten thousand survivors. The AI running the ship the last remains of another world. Theirs was swallowed when the star it orbited went super nova.
Backwards into time they have been slung, by that explosion. So along we go for the ride cleaning and caring for these mighty beings. Paying for our passage back in time. We have instructions to leave for our ancient ancestors.

Pyramids we build,
Hieroglyphs we write inside,
Earths care instructions.

© 18/11/2024 rog leach.

Thanks Frank @ #dversepoetspub for the great scifku prompt.

What?

What’s watt?

Power, you say, Watt?
The spark of ideas,
Electrifying our very lives,
Power transfer from darkness,
Now we have light,
At what cost though?

Power, you say, what?
The spark of greed,
Electrifying others bank accounts,
Now we have darkness,
Just getting watt spark?

© 11/11/2024 rog leach

what on earth is going on here @ #dversepoetspub. what a fun prompt