PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Bio
Since I bounce my creative tendencies from photos to poems and poems to photos, there must be a middle point and so I’ve made it here:
Quotes
“I followed the words into a figurative space where they invited me to get lost. I’m never able to get quite as lost as I want to but with each poem I get a little closer
Dedication
With love and gratitude to my late husband, Martin, who always praised my writings and encouraged a pursuit of photography,
In the rain
Rain, rolling up eastward from Bristol, hurriedAfter the train. Travelling towards you…Alan Ross ~ A Following Rain Anticipation burns a holein patience. The measured milesof line stretch ahead, all along the lengthof hours. My back to the engine, I’m backtrackingon intent, a reverse pull…
Titillation
Once we wore white petticoatspretty broidered frillsred ones were for cancan girlsand all such naughty thrillsadvancing adolescence saw us slink into silk slipshands that lingered longinglyover breast and hipssurfing all the curved preservesof honeymoon hors d’oeuvres A 44 word ditty that borders on the…
the Box Room
The box room was always full of dustit settled in between the pillars of assorted trunkspiles of coloured cases all stored aboardlike us children for long stretches of school term.I loved the smell of it, the grime of years penetratingdeep into wood panels and…
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