From My Window

This poem is now in Tuck Magazine



Too long dictators let the masses bleed
Over a volcano crackles lightning
Increasing repression sows a  seed
Too long dictators let the masses bleed
Gunmen with  rubber bullets intercede
The tyrants’ fists of fear are tightening
Too long dictators let the masses bleed
Over a volcano crackles lightning

Rambling Rose

Banksia rose
rambles in a sun salute,
new growth
crossing the boundary
the neighbour’s side
of the fence
offering flowers
and its scent.

he spits,
“It will rot
my precious fence.”

And drop leaves
to vandalise
his plastic lawn.
He gave up on
rolled turf,
told me that
it is the only way
to keep out weeds
and keep the lawn
looking good.


A violet flame burning in  my blood
Spinning  through the atoms of my body
Golden heart hides in lotus lily bud
A violet flame burning in  my blood
Catching my dark lies in a flowing flood
Molecules sing an unsung melody
A violet flame burning in  my blood
Spinning  through the atoms of my body

This is an experimental symbolist triolet for One Shot Wednesday

Fluxus Interruptus – DadaBrats at play

This collaborative poem also appears on Peter’s blog.  It ‘s a collaboration between @peterwilkins1 @bookwriter222 @amoz1939 and @remittancegirl. @MissyPoem wanted to join but didn’t quite make it this time.

We used the hash tag #rengachange as we were writing it on Titter.

Old ways of doing things have a funny way of re-appearing. I wonder if the designers of Twitter ever imagined that their status update software would be used in such a way. I also wonder what Basho would have thought. I think that we did preserve subtle relationships between the verses – well we tried to anyway. We also treated the form with respect.

I feel sure that our Dada forebears would have loved to play with social software in defiance of geographical and time zone constraints.

Fluxus Interruptus

Under a cool moon/ the earth slumbers, breathes softly/ stillness and shadows

A gentle western breeze lifts / petals from a cherry tree

Blue cat very still/ watches butterflies/ admid the petals

Dragonflies smiling ~ butterlies preen in colors ~having my sake

Silver ripples on green pond/ shades of orange, Koi resting

All is quiet here / pondering the coming day / nothing stirs, I sit

Ginko trees stand silent guard/ maples bowing to the moon

Bamboo house clean and ready / sake bowls fill to the brim

Distant thunderstorm/ heron glides down mountainside/ soft patter of rain

A stranger arrives from town / the thunderstorm is nearing

horizonal rain / steals the stranger’s hat and laughs / gifts it to the wind

The hat staggers drunkenly/ spins wildly on the pond’s brink

Frog jumps out of pond ~ and landing on floating hat ~a nice lily pad

Stranger kneels beside the pond/ Koi feeding upon his smile

As dawn breaks cover / wrathful angry storm abates / I wait patiently

Air fresh and dense with thunder / dew-trapped sparks of lightning passed

Fire gives out warmth ~ all guests seated by crickets ~ thunder storm ceases

Feast of eels and sake/ appears for the dinner guests

Crickets one sake ~ waiting for a guest to come ~ eels are delicious

Violet mist drifting down/ spreading blanket over guests

As frogs leap and sing / spoken tales of woven dreams / synchronicity

No leaping frogs, no grilled eels / stops the slow drip – spilt sake

Old man sings a song/ of brave warriors, their swords/ and lovely geishas

Sun climbs high, the morning burns/ sweat trickles down guests’ faces

The mist clears away / a breeze that whispers secrets / cools the troubled mind

Breath upon a dusty glass / the ghostly geisha’s kiss print

Ghostly foot falls tap/ across the sun light terrace/ mosquitoes buzzing

Sated guests lie on futons/ soothed by ghostly lullabies

An exchange, a glance / a frisson of excitement / quivers up the spine

In the corner the koto / sounds one dark abandoned note

Kimonos rustle/ the sound of slapping rhythms/ paper screen snaps shut

Far away, behind mountains/ black ships in turquoise ocean

Surging through the waves / a promise of a future / ships that speak of change

A floating island sitting / atop a giant turtle

A demon appears/ head flaming, eyes fiery/ the gods are smiling

With lightening speed, he strikes / the gods of change start dancing