Evening in Meva
orange and pink grapes
draped over trawlers
a sort of hum -
bongos in a garage
a couple talk about mother
baby-blue boat leaves the harbour
crisp paintwork, putting motor
ants crawl over coastal paths
drums swing out a rhumba
full kit
#poem#poetry
First Kiss
French campsite.
Boy called James.
From England,
glamorous then.
We were allowed to go off.
I seem to remember a wall,
his tongue in my mouth.
Didn’t know what to do with it.
I knew that much.
I think there were stars.
#poetrygames#startwithatitle#poetry
Holiday
it is clear
it gives a little light
it can be held and carried with you
it transforms a meal
it needs cleaning after use
Collabo with @VerseFrom#poetry#poem#holiday
Classifaikus rule.
Share yours with us. Do it now.
5-7-5 preferred.
Very few rules other than it must involve belly-laughs and/or a proper beard rubbing.
#classifaiku#haiku@VerseFrom
the fork has great virtue
this lies in its spiky courage
being a golden mean between
the foolhardiness of the knife
and the cowardice of the spoon
#vss365#virtue#poem
Here it is. Many thanks to @JackyPugh for comments on an earlier draft. Dedicated to the families and community of the Penlee @RNLI and volunteers on the sea everywhere.
#remembertheeight#poetry
come and taste the Atlantic sweep
that slaps the granite quoins
pause to glimpse the creamy churn and iridescent brawl godparent
barnacled rocks at their foamy baptism
kneel and pray
be born again
and again
in this strange beautiful sea