The poet’s search for imagery – poem for dVerse

I’m looking for an image
that will set the page ablaze –
like petrol thrown
across a formal dining table,
draped in white linen,
set with crystal glasses
and candles burning
in bright candlesticks –

an image that will turn
the whole world over,
like an old carthorse kicking up
his heavy hooves,
tipping the load out,
barrels rolling down
some steep street,
apples bouncing –

or an image that will turn
your face to mine,
will make you think you know me,
even though these marks
scratched on a screen
are all you really see.

Frank asks us to think about imagery for MTB night at dVerse. I generally use a lot of imagery, I think, but being asked to focus on it immediately sent any kind of anything out of my head, so that’s where I started.

Today is a little crazy – poem 21 NaPoWriMo

On Monday you sent me a letter – written in words of cloud on a bright blue sky and on Tuesday your love was a shower of birdsong, piercing my skin and today the sea is a forest of words and your words are an ocean, and the paper waves slice across the world like knives bladed with rainbows, like a smile, like a fish cutting through a waterfall, and each rose is a story, and each story is a bird, and each bird is a glass of clear water and my dreams are full of pinwheels, spinning out moments of joy, and rain that glimmers as it falls, and everything reminds me of something, and nothing is a stone I can hold in my hand and the weight of nothingness is the heaviest thing of all.

For NaPoWriMo 21 – a poem of wild imagery.


There are no images here.
I have stripped the walls
so that I sit in the dull
pearled opacity of clouds.
I burned my memories –
brief flaring bursts
of rainbow chemicals.
Even the ash has gone,
drifted out on
breezeless air. It isn’t
midnight – there are no stars –
or morning, or any time
I recognise. I am
anchorite contained by
emptiness, walls built
from the vacuum. I am
an empty pixel on
an empty screen.

For the garden over at Toads. We are invited to use imagery, to pile it on, for Fireblossom Friday.