For Napowrimo (google it or something), Sian S. Rathore will be writing 30 poems in 30 days and using TBP as her vehicle. This will begin on the first of April. As you were.
From a Garden in Longsight - Sian S. Rathore
A circle of yellow flowers like a dropped halo ring the tree trunk As impersonal as stolen wreaths at the foot of unmarked graves The bright day is cold, the sunshine is merely an apparition You haven’t arrived yet I doubt you’re on your way A cat broods amongst the revellers who are spectres at my feast I am the grass itself and I lay under their heavy bodies Unmoving, indelible,...
Edward A. E.: Wuthering Heights - a poem for... →
edwardagrammar: Confirmed by Emily Bronte, you would lie on the moors at Top Withens Cursing the spring for being beautiful and laying closer as the rain Bled your colours into eachother and onto the purple-green heather In dimmer light his silver cufflinks would glow Lost in the white of a folded French…
These Glittering Things - Sian S. Rathore
Into the indistinct air where dust was riding on yellow-gold beams that shot through pierced lampshades where our eyes followed up single specs seeking out a bed and chair both made of solid calamander wood and then the window back out and beyond where I might see my answers carved on trees in your autumn yard. November’s light is leaving, finds my suburb in its fall, which must have...