Poetry from Aline Whitaker
Here’s a delightful, uplifting poem from our regular contributor Aline Whitaker… Tilly’s Plight Tilly hadn’t expected to find … A frog in her knickers, really, Not nice! Slimy – Truly...
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Poetry from Aline Whitaker
Firelight Fire, intensely bright, flaring up into the dark velvety night, Sparks flying, flames leaping, twisting, cavorting, grinning. Staring into the heart of a community’s warmth, Gazing into the hot embers, Seeing faces, shadows...
Poetry from Aline Whittaker
Silence Sacrifice, solitude, Isolation, loneliness, Desperation, Deep cave within, Velvety darkness, Resounding, ringing, singing, sounding, Fathoming, Bedrock of being, Releasing, Flowing, letting go, Movement, change, transformation, Yearning for connection. Shared common ground, Compassionate understanding,...
Poetry from Helen Grant
The Whole Night her grey muzzle glimmered like a beacon in the flickers of street light, my plump but not obese dog, possessed by a fear she had never felt before. All of me...
Helen Grant and the Power of Poetry
Helen Grant is the VC Gallery’s poet in residence, tasked with running regular workshops on the theme of the Art of Memories. “I am delighted to be involved in such a worthwhile project,” she...
Poetry from Aline Whitaker
Escape Flight of fantasy, iridescent wings, Fluttering, fanning out, Floating high on warm azure blue currents, Gracefully dipping, twirling and clipping soft fluffy clouds, Delighted and suspended, Joyously spreading out on coastal breezes. Warm...
Poetry from Aline Whitaker
Two thoughtful poems from ALINE WHITAKER… ASH WEDNESDAY MEDITATION 17/2/21 Holy Spirit, Split me in twain, Down to my spine, Like shelling a green pod of sweet peas, A lifetime’s faithful kindnesses, Exposing pink...
Poetry from Alan Martin
FIFTY METRE NEWS Highly transmissable, this blight of homely airs that leaks from my radio, on the hour, every hour, if I am not lightning fast; the dreadful news in morbid repitition. Gloom enumerated,...
Poetry from Marc Mordey
MARC MORDEY WRITES: POEMS OFTEN BREW WITHIN ME FOR DAYS, SOMETIMES WEEKS, AND ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM WALKING ON CARNINGLI. THEN, SOMETIMES, THEY COME TO THE BOIL. ONE IS MADE TODAY, FOLLOWING THE NEWS...
Poetry: ‘Tis the Season
By Alan Martin Surprised, yet again, by autumnal torpor, and, intent on understanding, I settle to observing rain, and the consequent habits of snails, and the number of blackbirds that take to my lawn, with...
