tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post2968052539042664332..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: November - Poetry Prompt 1Lynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-89174829410706161112008-11-28T15:31:00.000+01:002008-11-28T15:31:00.000+01:00This is not how it will always beI walk to school ...This is not how it will always be<BR/><BR/><BR/>I walk to school past the church.<BR/>My sons zoom ahead on scooters.<BR/>November settles like a burden<BR/>on my shoulders. <BR/><BR/>The TV advertises expensive toys<BR/>The children point, do calculations<BR/>about pocket money.<BR/>Christmas is coming.<BR/><BR/>We walk to school through fallen <BR/>leaves. The church looms<BR/>a squat shape in the fog.<BR/>A poster advertises the Xmas Fayre.<BR/><BR/>Santa is at the Saturday fair.<BR/>He notes requests for a nintendo.<BR/>The children buy Mousetrap.<BR/>A second hand game, but new to them.<BR/><BR/>We play mousetrap.<BR/>It is more exciting than the TV.<BR/>The last mouse to get caught wins.<BR/>It cost two pounds fifty.Caroline M Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01277831689690791429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-35320516703577233752008-11-27T21:03:00.000+01:002008-11-27T21:03:00.000+01:00I've deleted and reposted as I've done some editin...I've deleted and reposted as I've done some editing :)<BR/>................................<BR/><BR/>I thought this was a really interesting exercise, things went off in directions I wasn't expecting. I'm afraid I lost the original 'Perhaps this is how everything will always be', but here's what came out of it for me.<BR/><BR/><B>Making Apple Crumble</B><BR/><BR/>He protests when I ask him to peel, <BR/>but the promise of ice cream melting<BR/>over hot apple crumble seduces him.<BR/>I watch him stripping <BR/><BR/>the skin, exposing <BR/>round whiteness, green twists <BR/>tracing the worktop.<BR/>The sweet spice of apple <BR/><BR/>simmers through the kitchen.<BR/>He weighs sugar and butter, scattering<BR/>flour into the bowl, <BR/>running his fingers through it, <BR/><BR/>again and again.<BR/>He spoons molten apple, we wait<BR/>and watch the juice bubble <BR/>and burn like toffee<BR/><BR/>our mouths watering<BR/>before we taste.Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15134783230684185195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-54214292392991377092008-11-26T13:37:00.000+01:002008-11-26T13:37:00.000+01:00Washing upSomewhere between two breaths,two dirty ...Washing up<BR/><BR/>Somewhere between two breaths,<BR/>two dirty dishes,<BR/>in underwater spaces <BR/>my hands rest <BR/><BR/>or move freely in the flow.<BR/><BR/>I don't want this simplicity to end,<BR/>but plates and cups,<BR/>like people, seem to drown <BR/>in too much silence. <BR/><BR/>So they’re all hauled up,<BR/><BR/>gasping for air, before<BR/>the bowl, slippery,<BR/>is tipped to pour <BR/>the soapy stream away.<BR/><BR/>It travels far,<BR/><BR/>swirling through the system <BR/>into another pair <BR/>of kitchen taps<BR/>where maybe someone else<BR/><BR/>is trying to hold on,<BR/><BR/>but suspecting that perhaps this is <BR/>how everything will always be.flybynighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882050376101646025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-10362756072581386322008-11-24T13:02:00.000+01:002008-11-24T13:02:00.000+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.flybynighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882050376101646025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-32003933581232217172008-11-23T18:57:00.000+01:002008-11-23T18:57:00.000+01:00NewspapersThis is how it is: I walk into the rooms...Newspapers<BR/><BR/>This is how it is: I walk into the room<BR/>see newspapers strewn across the floor.<BR/>I pick them up.<BR/><BR/>I set aside the sections I don’t care for:<BR/>sport, business news, appointments -<BR/>useful for jobs around the house -<BR/>catching paint drips or mopping water<BR/>when the cellar floods.<BR/><BR/>I fold the rest in half - not easy<BR/>now they’re crumpled.I like that -<BR/>how they’ve changed, become familiar. <BR/>Then I stack them, magazines first<BR/>then supplements, reviews,<BR/>main section on the top.<BR/><BR/>For a few days they sit on the stool<BR/>beneath the window, waiting for me<BR/>to read the serious bits I’ve missed,<BR/>cut out paragraphs and articles<BR/>that seem important,<BR/>keep them for another day.<BR/><BR/>Some cuttings always go astray<BR/>others I will find years later<BR/>tucked away inside a drawer,<BR/>wonder what it was that drew me.<BR/>Most I read and read again. <BR/><BR/>Of course I can’t hold on to them forever.<BR/>By Friday it’s time for them to go,<BR/>make space for next week’s papers.<BR/>That’s the way it is -<BR/>how it will always be.<BR/><BR/><BR/>©Margaret BestonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-2626144395220608282008-11-19T19:45:00.000+01:002008-11-19T19:45:00.000+01:00Perhaps this is…When we met We threw each other gl...Perhaps this is…<BR/><BR/>When we met <BR/>We threw each other glances;<BR/>I gave you my lips <BR/>You returned your neck <BR/><BR/>We made a gift of fingertips, thighs<BR/>We went for a walk on the beach swapped footprints<BR/>Before children we exchanged genitals <BR/>after children you gave me your breasts<BR/><BR/>We took on each other’s thoughts, dreams <BR/>aspirations – became each other – <BR/>Will you fall in love with you now you’re me? <BR/>Could I fall in love with me now I’m you? <BR/><BR/>Time will tell!<BR/>Will time tell?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-16821946870232305142008-11-16T10:06:00.000+01:002008-11-16T10:06:00.000+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15134783230684185195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-60121567445272486992008-11-16T10:05:00.000+01:002008-11-16T10:05:00.000+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Nickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15134783230684185195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-6821039577119394582008-11-11T18:52:00.000+01:002008-11-11T18:52:00.000+01:00Perhaps this is how everything will always beShe p...Perhaps this is how everything will always be<BR/><BR/>She puts dandelion leaves on salad<BR/>and in-breaths the yellow air, <BR/>rides her bicycle as a child<BR/>free of stabilisers,<BR/>summer hats stumble<BR/>in the breeze of her hair,<BR/>her black-cat energy<BR/>mysterious, uncertain<BR/><BR/><BR/>By the bay she waits,<BR/>divining every reason,<BR/>anxious dragonflies<BR/>as lookouts, sea and sky<BR/>a rag of blue gentians,<BR/>she yields to the landscape-<BR/>stepping stones and pebbles<BR/>like rosaries beneath her feet.<BR/><BR/>echulme@hotmail.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com