Poetry Forum

Grass could do with mowing, Council never do much of a job here anymore. Football pitch laid out by my granddad and his pals in halcyon days before the Great War. Looks a little dishevelled now; maybe they could save some wages and employ a grazing cow? That old field has seen some action in its tim...

Cold sunset scorches
the western sky,
turns leafless branches
into flaming embers,
as the world spins into night
and the solar wind dies.

Auroras dance now
with electric fire,
tearing open cold voids
beneath a long dead moon,
immolating phantoms
by Earth's funeral pyre.

Great idea about smothering Ken & Barbie in lead paint. Personally I'd like to smother Mr Oliver in a similar substance too. However, I digress. Nice work, and I'm sure your bum is fabulous too.

Two bees or not two bees, that is the question, I guess. I like the idea, although personally I'd have avoided mentioning a grave. Do bees ever get cremated, or is that just moths?

A polite kicking? Nah, never felt a thing! I don't claim to be Shakespeare, nor the guy in the sci-fi mag shop on the Simpsons (Gene, my friend, you take things too seriously). It was a poem that kind of developed as it went along, without ever really having a tale to tell/point to make in the first...

Apologies, Dave! First time on here so not overly familiar with protocol.

Otherwise, Stu, I did post it on another site five days earlier, and thought I'd post it on here as an opening shot. Maybe you've seen it there?

He gazed out through steamy panes to where rain mirrored indoor moisture, running down sheer glass sheets in rivulets to pool in hopeless futility on sill and ledge. He could not remember how long he had been here, indeed, he was not entirely sure of time’s passage at all, merely measuring his life ...