The Room #Quadrille

A ruddy gown of
paper hearts
flutter – strewn once across bare
boards – creaking ceased
a long time ago
in this
dimly lit room.
Now, tired paint peels
where love faded and old passions were burned
with the last of the blackest coal.

A Quadrille is a 44 word poem.

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Dimly Lit

                                                      Picture found at The Spruce

When light bulbs shatter
Don’t be afraid of the dark
Pick up the pieces

A brighter future from you and Cancer Research – fundraising – For the moment it does require you to give your details but it is safe. I am working on a more streamlined alternative option. Meanwhile, bear with it – every little bit helps – even the price of your next coffee?

As it Comes

Hi.  Periodically, I will be calling on friends here and the writing community at WordPress for your support and ask that you either simply text BGON64 to 70070(for those here in the UK) and donate a small amount or use my donation button below (any country) to give whatever you can (even your next cuppa) to help us at Cancer Research and Breast Cancer Research.  As a breast cancer survivor, I can sincerely say that your help is more than appreciated.

Cancer Research is not government funded and is responsible for a high percentage of the major breakthroughs we have seen to date.  Without you and me, those breakthroughs will not happen.  So don’t let this being UK based put you off donating. Regardless of your country, your generosity will one day give the gift of life to the world.

The Just Giving page is verification and will also tell you all…

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Hark!

Stark strangers loiter to scavenge thoughts once hid;
both now bustle briskly under this fair poplar

my muse, she blows keenly to rustle up these tired
parchments – not scratched e’er since autumn

closed its eyes to shades of green. Before I woke
under dreaming spires, I wrote a sonnet for you.

Me thinks to keep it safe in heart, away from her prying eyes
and strangers’ judgement, at least until summer comes.

When the Sky Falls #Quadrille

The curl of her body
becomes the skyline
and gives sunset to the sands’ shine,
settled dust like.
I love the politics of her body,
freeflowing like waves;
temperamental, often smooth
and, like her, to be taken with a pinch of salt.
She rises.

A Quadrille is a 44 word poem.

Racism’s Green Thumb

Should we
smell so sweet
in tolerant nature
when within its walls
lie death and victims’ cries?
To scent this growth would be criminal, yet
we do, and we douse it with water – the flame
that gives it fragrance –
and when it blossoms wide enough to flourish,
we are as doomed as a black thumb should be.

 

To all my readers and visitors: I’m a breast cancer survivour raising vital funds for Cancer Research UK and would appreciate any help you can give – regardless of the amount or country, the results for all could mean the gift of life.

Hi,  Can you donate a small amount and give whatever you can (even the price of a solitary cuppa) to Cancer Research and Breast Cancer Research?  In these devastating times, charities are being hit as hard as the next.  Work has to carry on behind the scenes.  Vital work.  As a breast cancer survivor, I can sincerely say that your help is more than appreciated.

Cancer Research is responsible for a high percentage of the major breakthroughs we have seen to date.  Without you and me, those breakthroughs will not happen.  Regardless of the amount or where you live in this world, your generosity will one day give the gift of life.

On the JustGiving page, you will find verification,  my story, reasons and action plan I’ve used and for the foreseeable future.  My crafts page has all my hand made/painted gift ides for sale.

Thank  you very much!
Anita – Easter 2022 £5,827/5,000
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