Polly

Writings and Witterings


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Junk Mail

Who needs junk mail?
funk mail,
punk mail,
cards of clunk mail
stinks like skunk mail,
chunky chunk mail,
dog-end detritus,
debunk junk mail.

Who needs junk mail?
hunk mail,
gunk mail,
sofas, clothes and flunkety-flunk mail,
better when it’s shrunk mail,
downtrodden drunk mail,
don’t they know it’s fail mail?
Junk mail.

Polly Robinson © 2014


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Twinkle

The Pleiades (1885) by the Symbolist painter Elihu Vedder

The Pleiades (1885) by the Symbolist painter Elihu Vedder

Twinkle

The Symbolist, Vedder,
thought the maids beautiful,
the seven sisters shine.
Their glittering garments
throng the skies. Stars recall
their birth on Kyllini,
to twinkle, cluster bright.

Polly Robinson © 2014

Vandana Sharma from New Delhi, India, is our host at dVerse Meeting the Bar tonight. Vandana’s asked us to write to a poetry form called “Pleiades” invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman. She tells us that “Pleiades” consist of seven lines, each line starting with the same letter as the title. The title is a single word. Later, Hortensia Anderson restricted the length of each line to six syllables.

Vandana asked us to write a poem in “Pleiades” form. As an extra challenge add a reference to a celestial body (any planet, star, constellation, meteor etc) as this form has been inspired from a heavenly object.


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Scorpio

Written for the Kidderminster monthly acoustic spoken word and music night, Mouth & Music ‘Ghosts and Ancestors’  October 2014–I didn’t make it on the night, so here it is…

Scorpio

Funereal drapes and grey shadow
fingers; faded velvet hangs;
single candle
streaks the blackened room.
The alcove portrait scowls
–surveys the family–
gathered, they eat cake.

Boy puts crumbed hands to face;
the portrait stares
with wrathful eyes.
Boy wishes for warmth
away from the glare,
the daggers of the portrait.
No one else sees.

Uncle picks up the folio
below the portrait;
opens it,
lines mirror down the sides
of his mouth.
Matching eyes,
identical scowl.

The boy views the face
he will become:
same frown,
same beetling brows,
same shock of black hair.
Same birthday.
Samhain.

Polly Robinson © 2014


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Squint

Yesterday, Björn at dVerse Poets Pub asked us to release a flow of words without restraint to grammar or meaning, maybe repeating the same word / image for effect. I missed the post, but couldn’t resist having a go at it anyway! ;)

Orange impression
–squint–

Depression green
–squint–

Red compression
–squint–

Grey repression
–squint–

Oppression yellow
–squint–

Beige expression
–squint–

Indiscretion purple
–squint–

–squint–

Polly Robinson © 2014


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The Wait Poetry Anthology – poetry for a cause

My copy of The Wait Poetry Anthology has arrived! I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to see poems from my friends and fave bloggers, Alex Malcolm-Carr and MarinaSofia plus 97 other wonderful poets. ‘Mrs Smithfield’ is rubbing shoulders with some ace poems.

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George Sandifer-Smith has edited this collection of poems and the proceeds go to Cancer Research – a worthwhile cause that I’ve supported in many ways for a long time, as a member of the LitFest team, as an individual, and as a Rotarian. Starting with ‘A Crimson Smile’ by Faisal Al-Doori and moving though to finish with ‘How I know I need a biscuit in the afternoon’ by Katherine Stansfield, these, plus the ones in between, are more than worth a read.

One of my dearest friends is currently seeing oncologists because her cancer has returned. What can I say? I join with the Worcestershire Breast Unit Campaign and others: ‘Everyone knows someone’. We must keep helping and supporting. We just must.

Thank you, George and the team, for this compilation. I understand that an e-book will be available at some point, but for the time being, here is another link with information about how to purchase the book online.

Everyone should have a copy – brilliant poetry for a brilliant cause.