Free gift in every packet – for dVerse

Free gift in every packet –

in that anger you spilled
over the kitchen floor, there is
the seed of change, and in

that weight of fear there
is some love, and in

that great, grey,
overwhelming grief, you’ll find

a memory of joy.


A quadrille for dVerse – with the word “free” as the index word. 


Flicker – quadrille for dVerse

Scents flicker
as scents do
swift gesture
of honeysuckle
glimpse of

the stone
is warm
against my
bare feet

and dark wings

as the swallows

fly high,
chasing the air,
over the

Happy 6th birthday to dVerse, happy writing and adventuring. It’s open again, after a summer break, and  Grace asks us to use the word “flicker” in our quadrilles. 

Peppercombe – quadrille for dVerse.

We picked our way down
to Peppercombe bay,
where the cliffs are paprika
and the grey stones wait
quietly, to be ground by the surf;
through the green hush of trees
to the place where there’s only
the wide sky and the salt sea.

Kim is our  host at dVerse tonight. The prompt word is “pepper”. Peppercombe bay is one of our local beaches. You can find an image of it here.  We didn’t go to Peppercombe this evening, but we were just a little way up the coast – and there were peppercorns garnishing my gin and tonic, so there’s obviously something in the air tonight.  

Storm II – for dVerse

Sometimes I dream of storms
and the violent washing away
of all this detritus – plastic bags,
furniture, paperwork
in ragged piles, all those
endless books, shoes,
smart shirts, faded jeans,
best china, glassware,

all flying
whirling, spiraling.

I dream of a wild wind raging.


Another one for dVerse. It’s quadrille night, and we are storming along for De. Go and check it out.

Storm – for dVerse

She wore a dress
like a summer storm
when the clouds bubble
impossible forms;
she brought lightning’s electric scent,
and the threat
of thunder to come
and yet
we were drawn
towards her light,
the brittle light
of just before
a June


The very wonderful De is hosting at dVerse tonight. It’s quadrille night – 44 words – and the key word is “storm”.