Despot

hoarding the bread
was not a good idea
black mould
blue-green penicillium

the walls however
were inspired
so many seeking shelter
so many flocking in

and now I have them
all the lost
baffled………..mazed
and mine

Jan Dean

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Poem with illustration.

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Yellow Warning

sky melts
pelts and helter skelts
roads river
drains spout streamspit
surge and gutterspill
down down down

now soilsilt slithers
fields edge under hedge
fillditch flowthick
redrun clayslips
sheen and sheet

waterrope Axe
roars in narrows
before the burst
to swallowgollop up the lane
drowns tarmac and tramline
makes meadows lakes
cows kneedeep it
by sudden swans

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First snow

first tonguetip flakemelt
…..white freckling the blue night

so she whirls across the hill
…..dances

is a blizzard of light
…..in this joy of firstness

this coming
…..was always coming

delight or disaster
…..welcome it

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Mammoth Tasks, Or – Why The Mammoth Became Extinct.

Eat grass.
Eat more grass.
Rub tusks on tree trunk.
Eat grass.

Make huge hairy trumpeting noise
With my lovely mammoth trunk –
Attract beautiful lady mammoth
Make mammoth music together,
Make baby mammoths,
So that mammoth kind will never vanish from the earth…
Later.

Right now
Eat grass.

(World Book Day 2001 – The Horrible Headmonster – Macmillan)

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she paints the many-petalled poppy

I’ve been guest blogger on a friend’s site:
O is for Georgia O’Keeffe, Artist, #AtoZ Challenge 2017

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Vigil

in the partial light of candles
we imagine a garden

branches
delicate with thin spring leaves
invite us in

but the candles are too tall
too stand up straight
to be those men
slumped that night

they were not flames
they slept

the wafer
at the centre
pale and pearly grey
throws out no light
is odd man out
in all this shinery
that loneliness
feels right

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