Summer’s pond skaters are long gone,
The garden pool glazed like a mountain tarn.
Rather than battered and tempest-tossed,
This morning trees glistened with early frost.
Standing on the platform waiting for the train;
not too long till I’ll be holding her again.
A selection of tweets using the hashtag #CoupletsForBreakfast
There’s a man on the roof.
He’s supposed to be there!
He is fixing two holes
Using skill and much flair.
But he’s put in a third hole
Which the light can come through.
He has put in a third hole
And he’s looking at YOU!
A Twitter challenge to complete a found poem: we were given just the first three lines and this was my offering.
Starling, from an Edwardian print
It started with an observation, inviting easy conversation,
limited in character, with a limit to its characters:
a statement,
a sharing,
just casual information.
Anticipating backchat I introduced a hashtag,
innocuous I hoped:
this was no dissertation.
But what I got was cruel flak,
full of bile,
angry,
vile,
a tweet of hateful defamation.
A vicious far-right bigot preached a creed too awful to ignore.
I’d thought my fine right thinking speech would carry all before.
Joined by others, screeching, twittering,
startled starlings in a frenzied flock,
what choices did they choose to leave me?
Well, just one, which was to block.
You think you’re altogether very clever?
You’re just a witless bullying clown.
You won’t defeat or even beat me, and you’ll fail to grind me down.
You unkind,
online,
soulless troll
with death cult insults and selfish goals,
I hope you learn the tide will turn
and send you crawling to your hole.
Another poem written for writing class, adopting another’s voice, but I add this advice:
Zenrinji 