Word Blurbs (Poetry)
Hectic Hiatus
It’s a Hectic Hiatus A break of a sort We’re pausing pyrography But not for naught We’re busy as bees With much to report New creative concoctions Begin with a thought
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A Cup of Tea …
We needed a gift for a special someone, so we put our heads together and penned a few words on the very serious, important and British subject of Tea & biscuits! A cup of Tea And a Biscuit or three Makes all the difference, Wouldn’t you agree? We then came up with a design each … Read more
Tea for Two
Tea for one is lots of fun But twice as nice is Tea for two When Tea for Two is me and you Is it a verse? Is it a ditty? What about rhythmic prose or a tenuous haiku? How about a haibun? Could it be an ode or a lyric, a song or a … Read more
Coffee Haiku
Words by the Scorch-Scribe, image by the Shutter-Nutter.
A Perfectly Peculiar Day
I once met a cat, in a waistcoat and hat, Who stopped and said, “hello!” “Well fancy that, a talking cat,” I said and turned to go. I once saw a dog playing chess with a frog, So I watched to see who would win. The frog was agog when “I’ve won!” said the dog, … Read more
Coleridge
On one of our recent expotitions we found ourselves at Coleridge Cottage, one time home of poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and the place he wrote some of his most famous poems including The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan. It is a beautiful cottage with rooms that have been recreated as if Coleridge … Read more
Spooky Goings On
Halloween is heading our way, and in preparation for frightening fursday this year I’ve dusted off a poem I wrote way way back, at a time when Halloween was first celebrated, and this festivity proved so popular that the yearly custom soon became an annual tradition, which we’ve all enjoyed ever since. Mwahaha! “What’s that … Read more
The City
The chill of the winter drills holes in his toes, Frost crystals crack beneath his feet. He lives in a city where anything goes, No one knows who he is on these streets. Ice grips the awns by the first breath of dawn, In shop doorways tramps battle the cold. In themselves so withdrawn, tired … Read more
Lament
Certain silver circle spheres are made of glass then shaped like tears, And all the years just disappear through jaded shades of wines and beers. Yet all my thoughts have come to naught though sought have I to steer my fears, With tattered clothes and shattered prose all I am is uttered here. And all … Read more