Wreathed in winter mists,
Enshrouded by cloudy haze,
Defiant moon shines.
Emma H, age 26, 03/11/2017
Month: November 2017
A View from the Hill
It’s been a long week, but we’re nearly there… Happy Throwback Thursday everyone! Today’s poem from back in February depicts a wintry late-afternoon panorama near my home, witnessed through a car windscreen.
Theatrical landscape
Cardboard cut-out scenery
Sketched silhouettes
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Resistance – A Haiku
The last feeble leaves
Cling desperately to trees
Despite ruthless breeze
Emma H, age 26, 06/11/2017
The Lookout – #writephoto
Colyn trudged over the rocky outcrop towards the Lookout, hands jammed in pockets and head bowed against the wailing coastal winds. The sea looked bleak and lifeless, mirroring the dull skies. Hardly a scintillating view to entertain him over the next few hours.
“About time too.”
The watchman on duty eyed Colyn as he entered the cold stone hut. Colyn shrugged.
“If you’re late again, I have no doubt the Commander will have something to say about it. Perhaps he’ll double your hours.”
Tuesday November Morning
The sun like molten metal
Breaching the
Horizon.
Golden swathes through
Hovering river mists and
Mesmerising glitters
On fresh frost.
Overnight – Double Tanka
Woken with a fright –
Sky-shattering explosion
Rocks the pitch black night;
Raging rainstorm overhead
Pummelling the helpless earth.
The morning after,
The saturated land sighs,
Breathes gossamer mists
Veiling periwinkle skies,
As sleepless commuters rise.
Emma H, age 26, 23/08/2017
Cascade – A Haiku
Slender silver birch
Flaunts wavy green-gold tresses
Softly billowing
Emma H, age 26, 17/10/2017
Toy Box
Why treat me like some toy to play with when you’re bored,
Just to shut me in your toy box, abandoned and ignored?
No sparing any second thoughts, never your priority,
And when I knocked upon the walls you turned your key on me.
Submersion
Hi everyone! I’ve been a bit lax with posting new pieces recently as I am struggling for free time, inspiration and motivation 😦 I’m hoping my imagination will take flight soon, but in the meantime, here’s another Throwback Thursday poem! Hope you enjoy 🙂
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Flowers
The inner flower
That grew in childhood
And bloomed in youth
Has withered and wilted
In the barren wasteland
Of adulthood
Petals fallen
From skeletal stem
To parched roots
And I am left
Dead only on the inside.
Emma H, age 26, 17/10/2017
