Lord Dunsany CHARON

Reblogged from Danse Macabre du Jour: Charon leaned forward and rowed. All things were one with his weariness. It was not with him a matter of years or of centuries, but of wide floods of time, and an old heaviness and a pain in the arms that had become for him part of the scheme [...]

Well, He Asked by Margaret Fieland

Reblogged from Poetry Breakfast: Well, He Asked by Margaret Fieland one of those clueless questions at dinner with the whole family. A beat while I consider my answer. “I was gazing at Marie,” drooling, but I don’t mention that, “and I realized I wanted to jump into bed with her.” Silence, then the buzz of [...]

Too Late Tomorrow by Tricia McCallum

Reblogged from Poetry Breakfast: Too Late Tomorrow by Tricia McCallum Fates ride on little moments. Outcomes of entire lives can rest on the seemingly miniscule. Fresh from another of her parent’s brawls the little girl shuffles to school. She needs a sign today that the world is a safe place, something better awaits. This one [...]

I Hold The Stars

I Hold The Stars.

seeing with new eyes

seeing with new eyes.

In The Company of Woodbines by Pd Lyons

IN THE COMPANY OF WOODBINES ~ Open air Cobble street, Church bell rhapsody  ~ Well worn doors Rough stone walls Into secret corners drift Undisturbed as dust  ~ Waiting the slow pour Of a pint ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue poems of an Irish descent by pd lyons Copyright © [...]

from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue – by pd lyons

    MAEVE’S LAMENT ~  Bound by chains of lowland vines, Nourished only by the rain. The red meat of my heart Now chips and shards of stone That even ravens cannot find. ~ I am most subtle now, Unable to touch or to be touched, Only smoky tendrils nimbly wrapped Upon the memories of [...]

Lisa Marie Basile

Reblogged from THRUSH: Rahway River It is a tomb, my mother standing    a siren pulling husks from the current. She is the medium between life and          this life, her body less a woman more the placenta of a dead hometown. To me she is the old mare who runs at night. Somewhere folded [...]

Could she but think of Cape Cod/ from rumours of another summer

    Could she but think of Cape Cod Sand spray ridges Heartbeat trombone ocean still out of sight flavours the air her hair and – Shifting down to the open beach opalized lumps of stone darker lighter sand crazy north east gales bit by bit – Trail of unnecessaries Shoes Coat Shirt Skirt Polka [...]

Come Down From Your Hills/ from Rumours of Another Summer

Come Down From Your Hills – Come down from your hills and see me Remind me when I was a girl Tip my kisses with honey Bathe my feet in your curls – Soft green grass in showers of gold Apple blossoms swirl like snow Echoless laughter my hands on your face – Come down [...]