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This week’s poem, Slicks, was based on taking lines from an article and responding to them in couplets. So the first lines derive from an RSPB article and reflect bird/animal life in an urban setting, however the whole piece now…

This week’s poem, based loosely on the contents of letters to Agony Aunts is called Dear Deidre. As always, I hope you enjoy! #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #Books #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Blogs #Authors #Writers #ReadersCommunity #ShamelessSelfpromoSunday

As we approach Valentine’s Day – My poem for this week is called: How to write a poem of love As always, I hope you enjoy! #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #Books #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Blogs #Authors #Writers #followforfollowback #ShamelessSelfpromoWednesday

My Poem for this week – Mrs Wainwright – I hope you enjoy, feedback always appreciated. #ShamelessSelfpromoTuesday #WritingCommunity #Books #Poetry #writing #amwriting #readingcommunity #author #writer #writerscommunity #ThursdayMotivation #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity

My Poem for this week – Senseless – I hope you enjoy, feedback always appreciated. #ShamelessSelfpromoThursday #WritingCommunity #Books #Blogs #Art #Poetry #YouTube #writing #amwriting #readingcommunity #author #writer #writerscommunity #ThursdayMotivation #poetrylovers SenselessWhat the eye touches first touches the infiniteengenders a thousand…

My latest poem – Armageddon #poetrycommunity #POEMS – ArmageddonThree children playing in the dirt losing their identities bit by bitand every ten seconds a rocket explodesthree people losing their limbs in a sea of limbs staggering from north to south,…

Poem for this week, trying to get caught back up!
This one is very much apt for this time of year - Pheasants
My grandson likes to play a game
on the morning run to school,
we count the number of pheasants seen,
it’s three or four as a rule.

Black Sun

There is a black sun rising in the east,
a swirling, shape-shifting schizemic shift.
Twitchers throng, to embrace overhead feast,
each single element of airborne lift
combines to darken crimson blooded sky.
Freewheeling murmuration holds our gaze,
black sun fills binoculars held to try
to capture magic moments, as the day
slips into darkness the throng disperses,
thousands of sturnidae, forever lost.
Hooded crow signals eternal curses
as moon takes centre stage to count the cost.