She stoops to conquer

solo in the side gallery
a euphoric couple look upon art
as mise-en-scène, fabulous walls
framing a subtly placed contrivance
– his regard for art superimposed
with a duplicitous critic’s eye
she takes surreptitious glances
considers upcoming nuptials
the spark to blind his singular prejudice

Apologies to Mr Goldsmith and different word ways of looking at De’s theme: Up

POM: April 2019

April has had some awful weather mixed in with brilliant days as here when I went walkabout with a pocketable point-and-shoot Ricoh, adjusting to my more rural surrounds after just 2 months of departing London.

Pick of the Month: Marking the passing of the month with one photo though not always saving the best till last.


perhaps a place
at the holy hem of heaven
commends itself to the noble

souls who’ve tiptoed gracefully
past the temptations of the telluric realm
– certainly there is a limbo

here at the edge of all movement
a stifling halfway house, iron-girded
by grief, faint-heart, and where the despairing

insiders look on, always seeing out
though vision is broken by mottled glass
and water drops decanting heavily

when mists descend, decision clouds
handkerchiefs in hand we wipe
the panes, our eyes and wave away

the hours it takes to break down
doors, through to the other side of heartache

Keeping it to 100 words for M’s poetic prompt: Limbo