The Wordsmiths will Articulate Today
There’s a hubbub in the town
and the story’s going round
that the wordsmiths will articulate today.
This sub-category of Articulations collects all my posts of poems.
There’s a hubbub in the town
and the story’s going round
that the wordsmiths will articulate today.
Under the forest floor
Under the winter snow
The wood anemones are waiting.
Come spring, come!
The creatures of the world debated which of them had most right to the title Prodigious.
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 – 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 – a picture postcard illustrating a couple of seasonally descriptive haiku written recently and previously published on Twitter.
Comic poem featuring imaginary dinosaurs written in response to “Epidermis” as Word of the Day on the Artwiculate word-game. Illustration made in Photoshop.
A poem in cinquain form using words from the Oddly Haunted Journey word game.
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…
A whisper heard in Bable is my attempt at a translation of a poem by former Archbishop KG Hamma composed during the Gothenburg Book Fair.