this is the way the thing began flickering in the shallows turquoise, violet, lemon, half- seen, caught in jade water the effect of refraction was to make it seem closer clearer than it really was perhaps the tide ebbed, or perhaps the rocks advanced: sunlight is tricky Mandy Macdonald is an Australian writer living in
Most of that day is blurred. Shimmers in and out like an old film, stuck in the projector until it blurs in disintegration. Having her haircut sticks; A small turret room. Straight-backed chair. Queue of new girls twisting down spiral stairs. Gingham dresses segmenting the line. In coloured, caterpillar slices. She sits, tresses bottom-length. Shining.
Pick a commonly used word and cough up copious amounts of phlegm every time it is uttered. Anything written about poetry is purely speculative since nobody ever reads it. All this bio-yogurt virtue and financial self-righteousness are just filling the gap in the market. Each day in the mirror I watch death at work. Police
We fall blinking in to darkness to the unravelling of trees pits of dying yellow deforming our blindspots. With our hands tied, fields are flooded, new bodies of water taking shape in an undignified manner. Treasures are buried deep in to a merciless ground. Nothing speaks out, resigned to grey after the decadence of summer. Sometimes
One ice axe, well used. Three snow anchors suitable for approach slopes. Set of ice screws still in box. Pitons and pegs with plenty of use in them. One each adze and narrow hammer. Two blades, one with holster. Various leashes. Range of thermal gear – to fit medium size man. No longer required due
I have cold hands. You press your back against them but the adage does not hold – my heart would thrill a cryogenicist. There have been men before you who set up such a wailing when I palm-printed their bare shoulders. One I gave a pair of frozen wings, feathery veins cracking into
i’m going for the clarity of flawed crystals. complex in clear waters, shining with all the promises of some given truth. & this is evident, that words will stutter & that silence is a last breath Reuben Woolley was born in Chesterfield. Now working as English teacher in Zaragoza, Spain. Poems published in Domestic
Inside the dogger: knotted nets, entangled fins and red-rubbed scales where hooks tore cheeks; the old bulb fails and sinks the scrimpings of South Wales’ scraped waters into darkness, wet and slippery as an elver’s neck. A trawlerman, unorthodox, concealed in this caliginy of mangled plunder from the sea a vervain-scented treasury a simple unwaxed
I was spun from sunlight, starlight made me. I was sown of silk, a firefly’s lifeline stitched golden. Dyed and dried, weaved & smoothed and soothed ‘til I shimmered soaring, an eaglet’s feather never softer, I was stripped and measured, snipped & slip- ped into service, my purpose to adorn, to heighten, en- hance –
yes & no are not sufficient. the click on accept or cancel like climbing a stile & rejecting binaries. am going both ways & neither perhaps. tracks are rarely straight am suspicious of short cuts, missing the simple sight of deer in the wood hare in the meadow Reuben Woolley was born in
This week’s poetry form challenge is the Epistle. An Epistle has an intimate, sentimental, philosophical or moral theme, and is written as a letter in verse, most often to a person close to the writer. A fabulous contemporary example of an Epistle is The Epistle of Deborah Dough by Mary Leapor. For more information on the Epistle you can
This week’s poetry form challenge from Word Bohemia is the Tanka. This is a Japanese form of poetry which consists of 5 lines of 31 syllables, for example: Line 1 – 5 syllables Line 2 – 7 syllables Line 3 – 5 syllables Line 4 – 7 syllables Line 5 – 7 syllables ‘A ‘Quick
The second week of the Word Bohemia poetry challenge month tackles the Fibonacci form. This form was invented by the mathematician Fibonacci (c.1175 – c.1240). The concept of this form is based on a series of numbers, each one being the sum of the two previous numbers: 1. 1. 2. 3. 5. 8. 13. 21.
For week 1 of the Word Bohemia poetry challenge month, we ask you to try an Etheree, a poem of unmetered and unrhymed verse, which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. You could also try the Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,
New writing challenge – Poetry Forms! Over the next four weeks (from Monday 22nd September) we will be posting a poetry form for you to try, with basic rules of the form. This may be an great challenge for those of you who have edged towards freeform style of poetry and want to practice forms