raincoat forgotten
through pouring rain you dance your
most abandoned dance
.
haiku
Category Archives: weather
wintery-weak hours
outside & in us
darkness lays a fog; takes what
watery daylight
.
haïku
autumnal mist
the kiss & beyond
bramble & wild
seed siren wine winter’s heart salt
.
haiku
thirst
i kiss his face
that tastes
like a raindrop
that i’ve waited for
.
haiku
that moment
one moment, you’ll know
sound of rainbow or flowers
as they grow, you’ll know
.
haiku
in my alone
i grow up to be
a tree-speaker a rain-bone
a raven’s wet-throat
.
haiku
let me wet the ways
for thou art (more ish)
more lovely, hon, more stormy
than ever i thought
.
haiku
tinder
tender, delicate
spring begins ~ storms of blossoms
shoots of green sun
.
haiku
damaged soul
through the holes and cracks
strange angels come calling
on phones of wind and light
.
haiku
defiant chill in the air
.
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
.
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)
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.
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