Old Hob – how you know you’re getting old
Old Hob: You know you’re getting old (or have become a Hobbit) when it seems like time well spent, mornings, shaving your ears.
Poem
This sub-category of Articulations collects all my posts of poems.
The Wordsmiths will Articulate Today
There’s a hubbub in the town
and the story’s going round
that the wordsmiths will articulate today.
Longing for the Spring – a little spring poem
Under the forest floor
Under the winter snow
The wood anemones are waiting.
Come spring, come!
Prodigious
The creatures of the world debated which of them had most right to the title Prodigious.
Somnambulate
Come somnambulate with me
Through silver-touched night gardens
Where the oil-black stream slips slowly by
And poppies nod by winding paths
Slow night-dark heads in off-beat time.
Can’t sleep
Can’t sleep – a poem of despair! And the sound of the peal of bells in Holcot village church, Northamptonshire. Can’t someone switch them off at night?
Dark and Sleet – two haiku and a discussion
Dark and sleet – a picture postcard illustrating a couple of seasonally descriptive haiku written recently and previously published on Twitter.
The Squamous Dermisaurus
Comic poem featuring imaginary dinosaurs written in response to “Epidermis” as Word of the Day on the Artwiculate word-game. Illustration made in Photoshop.
An Oddly Haunted Cinquain
A poem in cinquain form using words from the Oddly Haunted Journey word game.
This Mirrored Chamber
tep into this mirrored chamber, see your image promulgate, Looking deep you’ll see a spark: your yester-self – but wait! There too’s your Armageddon ember. I composed this poem in response to three challenges: the Artwiculate word of the day on 5th October 2011 was Promulgate. The word of the day on Loqwacious was Yester. … More…