tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post2772365231213936606..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: October Poetry Prompt 1 - SignsLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-32534849332979530622008-11-01T17:04:00.000+01:002008-11-01T17:04:00.000+01:00Your back turned to mewhere arms, lips, eyes used ...Your back turned to me<BR/>where arms, lips, eyes used to be,<BR/>love’s season soon over.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-30808470939142519802008-10-24T18:41:00.000+02:002008-10-24T18:41:00.000+02:00In the orchardWe avoid the elderly apples in their...In the orchard<BR/><BR/>We avoid the elderly apples in their<BR/>sour brown puddles, <BR/><BR/>huddled, smelling of vinegar <BR/>which catches in throats like a cough.<BR/><BR/>They’ll be shovelled for burial soon<BR/>in compost at the edge<BR/><BR/>where bigger trees give themselves<BR/>in yellow splendour.flybynighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882050376101646025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-24630960587001247362008-10-20T18:15:00.000+02:002008-10-20T18:15:00.000+02:00Hello, and welcome to AppleHouse, Gordon. Thanks f...Hello, and welcome to AppleHouse, Gordon. Thanks for posting your poem too and hope to see you here again. The next prompt will be up in a day or so.Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-72321137065898331092008-10-20T15:39:00.000+02:002008-10-20T15:39:00.000+02:00I'm posting here for the first time. Found your s...I'm posting here for the first time. Found your site from Juliet Wilson, that Crafty Green Poet. My site is at www.catapulttomars.blogspot.com<BR/><BR/>Here's a poem wot I did earlier which I think fits your prompt.<BR/><BR/>After The Ball<BR/><BR/>The plane leaf dwindles<BR/>on a barberry pin,<BR/>a lady’s lace glove<BR/><BR/>discarded in a rush <BR/>to undress for her love<BR/>after the Thanksgiving Ball.<BR/><BR/>She had enjoyed September<BR/>freedom, but now,<BR/>cragged and worn,<BR/><BR/>the sepia veins<BR/>of an arthritic hand<BR/>are impressed on the glove,<BR/><BR/>fingers in empty grasp.<BR/>Deprived of her pulse,<BR/>in widowhood the lace<BR/><BR/>is transparent, free<BR/>of the butterfly<BR/>child within.<BR/><BR/>All her past<BR/>is exposed<BR/>by a lifeline of revelations.<BR/><BR/>The glove has become<BR/>as thin as the skin<BR/>of her hand.<BR/><BR/>In the thunder thaw<BR/>of a March blizzard,<BR/>it dissolves into flakes.Gordon Masonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11405099521661854141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-51546736317727431902008-10-20T10:05:00.000+02:002008-10-20T10:05:00.000+02:00Thanks so much, Juliet, for posting your poem (and...Thanks so much, Juliet, for posting your poem (and the link) and I've just taken a look at the poem on your blog too. Great. And then I clicked onto Susan Richardson's site, and then onto BayLit... :-) blogging tends to wrap itself around you, doesn't it!!Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-47392294990486034012008-10-20T08:48:00.000+02:002008-10-20T08:48:00.000+02:00for a better view of my poem, as the layout doesn'...for a better view of my poem, as the layout doesn't work in comments (in the original all those dots are invisible), you can also read it at: http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com/2008/10/writer-as-kestrel.html, which also includes a link to another poet's brilliant poem that fulfils the prompt beautifully.Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-45770735996317529772008-10-20T08:46:00.000+02:002008-10-20T08:46:00.000+02:00In the Zoneflying highbuffetted by winds rising......In the Zone<BR/><BR/>flying high<BR/>buffetted by winds <BR/><BR/>rising<BR/><BR/>............falling<BR/><BR/>swept........................................off course<BR/>then back again<BR/><BR/>alert<BR/>determined<BR/>focussed<BR/><BR/>then the ecstatic <BR/><BR/>.............................s<BR/>..............................w<BR/>.................................o<BR/>...................................o<BR/>......................................p<BR/><BR/>as the goal is reachedCrafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-41358373264737937862008-10-16T20:14:00.000+02:002008-10-16T20:14:00.000+02:00Oh yes - so pleased you haven't lost your 'acid' t...Oh yes - so pleased you haven't lost your 'acid' touch! Thanks for posting, Stephen.<BR/>Lynne<BR/>xLynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-53899211155551798022008-10-15T19:15:00.000+02:002008-10-15T19:15:00.000+02:00FishI’ve been watching the fish in the aquarium.It...Fish<BR/><BR/>I’ve been watching the fish in the aquarium.<BR/>It’s an oblong box and it sits in the corner of the living room,<BR/>full of brooding water. I hate it.<BR/>I think that they would hate it too<BR/>if they knew the alternatives, or even<BR/>that there were any alternatives.<BR/>But they don’t,<BR/>do they darling?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com