My poems

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

I wrote a bit of blank verse for the Singer Sargent painting.




fleeing scandal, retreat to English countryside
lanterns hang among the trees, pale lilies still bloom
little girls in white dresses light more paper globes
light, light, light, so fleeting, nevertheless, it must
be captured, en plein air, mere minutes, moments,
dusk after dusk, a mad tempest in a paint pot,
purple tint of evening, it must be seized, caught, won,
autumn comes, silk flowers take the place of true ones
pastoral ode, ‘a wreath around her head she wore,’
sweet song plays on, along the water, along banks
until it reaches its colourful conclusion,
garden canvas, ‘carnation, lily, lily rose.’


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Also I have been listening to Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and was inspired to write a lanturne, which is a form I wanted to do last month. So here's a poem about the murder weapon in that work.

a
fine sharp
Tunisian
blade sunk to the
hilt

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[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Thank you!