Category: Potlatch collective poem
-
Potlatch Collective Poem #22
The stone wheel spun with a sound of thunder The demon arose from that place of hell My demons adding their furious cries I raced out into the daylight, but I couldn’t escape. High fences blocked me, bringing me up short This robbery is turning out more difficult than I…
-
Potlatch Collective Poem #21
He took a drag of his cigarette And sat quietly in his sports corvette The darkness seemed to creep and writhe And left me hollowed out inside A mix of emotions and colourful words Expand the scene of the countryside From the mountain top She saw a panorama of decay…
-
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #20
Strange, calm, hub, all of a sudden I’m here. There’s a presence here I feel, but do not fear I am reminded of the time we had together Strolling, sitting, laughing; a portrait of Heather In her happier days. Before everything, all Fell apart Like the petals of a tulip…
-
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #19
The moon was full in the sky tonight A fox screeched, an eerie call. Alarm or fright Joseph shifted his position, someone was piercing their eyes through him, making him … Pushing a finger through him, paper thin The blood coursed over his shoes It was beautiful, the most full…
-
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #18
Daniel slowed the car down. The exit was Blocked, nowhere to go, nowhere to go back Save for the hollow and the light in the black Save for the red and the curse in the light Eyes pained; lips dry with the alcoholic curse It was always the same. And…
-
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #17
Lonely yet bright, quickly yet considered Brigther than anything. Brighter than the sun She took a bite from her hot cross bun Easter eggs of the rising son Glint and shine in the Eastern sun Like glass baubles on a Christmas Tree Last year we ate reindeer steaks with crushed…
-
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #16
Tear and its mother … black into middle eye Painful though it may be It carried on through the sky Opened by what wasn’t Zeppelins visited, their generous gifts And showered the people below with them That they were totally soaked The rain kept pouring She thought … this will…
-
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #15
The ice cream melted on her hand What a milky sticky mess But it tasted so good That it took away the senses Of the time it was nice That’s why at Christmas he received an orange And if just one time we do not We must try again, lest…
-
Medway Monday: Collective Poem #14
As the dawn treader walks hallowed ground The mist scattered around his footsteps Imprints left passing memories with each step Striding into the future Swirling and spiralling, finding the floor with a thump I look up and wonder where I am To see the blue sky above It filled my…
-
Potlatch Collective Poem #13
I lost my lfe in my second life A post life where I was free The sun rose every day anew A bright etchasketch moment witnessed by the milkman Two pints. On the doorstep. She’d asked for more. Just like the day before I thought I’d seen that couple Before…
-
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #12
The grey cloud let the rain come down The rain clouds dropped the raindrops on a clown Rhyming with its nature, down Fiddlesticks she said In a manly voice Gruff and loud, booming for all to hear The train steamed past It was an electric fast Coming through the golden…
-
Potlatch Collective Poem #11
The 10 o’clock train was running late Steam bellowed, clock hands ticked The page on the table was blank, unwritten Taking a pen determined to fill a void His name was Jeffery Lloyd Or should I say, my name was Jeffery Lloyd Which might be somewhat misleading. This is a…
Rochester Literature Festival 