Category Archives: Forest

defiant chill in the air

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summer’s here, not gone, you insist

it’s beauty emptying and fermenting

tempting trees to bare their teeth and throw down arms

though barely September, winds whinge and whine

querulous as a passels of squirrels rustling and thieving stashes of nuts

but autumn comes in hobbling like two old biddies in dirtied petticoats —mouths

prattling, puckered as a skinny cow’s arse and just as fetidly malted

shocking as the hot stench of wolves on the cooled nostrils on a fist of horses

shivering, prickling as a torment of digits in agony on the return of blood as tips thaw out

summer’s not gone… you insist, hunkered into your nest of jewels and tattered letters —

like a tiny brown shrew nibbling whortleberries that stain like gossiped loot —

the colours, taste and scent that lasts well past memory, dribbled and inked in wines

behind preserving glasses- solitarily grasping at remnants of loves and leaves almost gone

to seeds, pulling heads in for a duration you shall not mention or admit —

except in the writing of this

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not a haiku

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p.s A whortleberry is a forest-foraged berry, also known as a bilberry or huckleberry. Traditionally, after a harvest of them was sent to the kitchens of London and other important towns, ( from Porlock and its environs ) remnants were sent to be used in the dying of airmen’s uniforms. (So i’m informed)

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Napowrimo day 26.-

A couple of days ago, we played around with hard-boiled similes. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they have mainly been used in epic poems, typically as decorative elements that emphasize the dramatic nature of the subject (see, by way of illustration, this example from Milton’s Paradise Lost). But you could write a complete poem that is just one lengthy, epic simile, relying on the surprising comparison of unlike things to carry the poem across. And if you’re feeling especially cheeky, you could even write a poem in which the epic simile spends lines heroically and dramatically describing something that turns out to be quite prosaic. Whatever you decide to compare, I hope you have fun extending your simile(s) to epic lengths.

swag swagger

NaPoWriMo day 2

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I’ve never know a lesser

travelled road ~ I’m blessed

to be upon my own

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I’ve always known it

impossible to stray

to the spirit forest pass

off it ~ I’ll stay on it until i spiral off it

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I’ve walked with friends and fiends

and foes

I’ve mostly walked ~ in dirt or tarmac or grass ~ tender as ~

alone

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I’ve been chivvied and harassed

gone too fast ~ at times I’ve strayed

been carried or been dragged

south

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I’ve slowed a pace and taken grace

in my mouth my hands and bowed

I’ve noticed I’ve laughed I’ve loved

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I’ve cried I’ve carried on

and on and on ~ weary words

cheery songs and idleness ~ I’ve rested on

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this road I’ve travelled on

and on

i’ve seen no other choice

but this ~ bliss

my own path’s my own and endless

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n.b swag:- travel with one’s personal belongings in a bundle

australian / new zealand

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after Robert Frost’s, The Road Not Taken

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Day 2 : prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.