A Flavoured Lexicon – 13th May 2025

Tangy, the aftertaste of unsent ink,
words left like fishhooks in my throat.
Of your preposition that held up my sky,
love became my silent film, soon unreeled.

Not to be unzipped, unbuttoned in the dark,
man’s executioner lurks within his whisper;
Best laid plans are left unsaid at the confessional.
Friends echo fallacious words
tonight, the coin was tossed into the sea.

Tongue tastes, a blind snake in a maze;
twisted sheets after bad dreams
and on the bridge that’s always burning,
tied a noose to the rail.

Tangling telephone wires hum my hymns
over the moon-whispered tides;
Our empty cups, save our salt,
simple as a slip, a dark entry,
joyful as the fire laughs at the forest;
Words become the silence.

Tied (again) but now with notes;
Tongue (again) a rusted hinge
knotting the clocks, doing time.

Over (returns) like a skipped stone’s fate,
poems sank to the lake bed;
Often returning to the teacher’s words
spoken into jars and never sealed.

Tangled in a comb’s teeth;
Tongues – final act – stilled by dawn.

Live and maintain pretence, to write
poems on ghost paper.
With the last match in the box,
friends (again) echo their silhouettes.

All the sand left in the glass;
Tongue (last stand) now a relic,
tangled for a final time in this museum.

Word one, we’ll never say again,
@ – a noose around the moon;
The most dangerous definite article on the
wharf where lost verbs go to drown.

Legendary, the stains became
night, the inkwell we dip our days in;
Of (last breath) the last breath;
Tangy – full circle – a foretaste of new
words for scented letters.

A type of mesostic or maybe a skeleton key poem, I’m not sure exactly what this form is called. The first word of each line is taken from the complete poem ‘word tangle’ by Rog Leach. The last two lines reflect back on the first two.
The words are 95% mine, with some original assistance from AI for the base. I kept the line ‘@ – a noose around the moon’ though, as it appealed to me.

Threads – 12th May 2025

A waltz wave and forced erasure poem. I wrote the original poem (below) for this prompt at W3 Prompt #158:
• Form: Waltz Wave;
* A single, unrhymed stanza of 19 lines;
* Syllabic: 1–2–1–2–3–2–1–2–3–4–3–2–1–2–3–2–1–2–1;
Theme: ‘Strength and vulnerability’


While thinking about formatting, I felt like an erasure poem would be interesting, but how? I made it so with a little help from Deepseek.

steel
soft hands
bend
not breach

iron will
I won’t
break
apart

a diamond
under pressure
still shines through
my tears

flame
fragile
in flicker
enough
heat
left to
burn

Statute Of Limitations – 11th May 2025

Shared with Reena’s Xploration Challenge #380 for the prompt ‘Who will read my diary?” I read through other people’s writing for the prompt and considered all the further questions raised from this initial one. It led to a more stream-of-consciousness write this time, perhaps because my own thoughts are not so clear yet. Who will even read this explanation?

Who will read my diary? I don’t know.

If you were deeply inquisitive…
I could be in trouble!
Because I told it all…

(mostly, one or two things remain too shameful,
even for me)

My words likely to upset
as I recall random thoughts from
thirty years ago.

How could a reader put it all into context
without reading from the beginning?

I’ve been good

(again, mostly)

for the last decade or two.

Thanks for the statute of limitations
in the few different countries I’ve lived!

(I only stole from corporations anyway;
and I haven’t written that story yet, but I will)

If you chose to take the time to read through it all
you would only see yourself
and hopefully you already know
what you are all about…

If I wished anyone to read my diary
it would be the children,
to inspire them to keep going
and never give up.

One Man’s Lunch – 10th May 2025

With all our faculties,
some stronger and more keen;
employ these abilities
to stand up and be seen.

Mould our worlds by hand,
all of it fundamental;
so precious and planned,
all our matters are vital.

Whether poison or beauty,
to build or to destroy;
it’s our control of duty,
our reason to employ.

With our imagination,
to enjoy collaboration
for our world’s construction
and sanity’s preservation.

Inspired and paraphrased from the Red Hand Files #315

Mind Your Step – 7th May 2025

in your head
in your mind

mind full of thought
mindful of thoughts

thoughts that make no sense
thoughts unexpected

unexpected and anxious
unexpected and rising

rising day after day
rising repeated

repeated becomes practised
repeated again and again

again it’s been learned
again this vicious circle

circle ever decreasing
circle takes the square

square it all up at the end
square off with yourself

yourself your significant other
yourself true to form

form from your comprehension
form from understanding

understanding what’s real
understanding your truth

truth from facts
truth beats the lies

lies were your past
lies that you remember

remember those dark days
remember searching, tentative

tentative feet forward
tentative outstretched hands

hands over fist
hands pulling taut

taut the tendon deep
taut to hold together

together you and yours
together finding the way

way down was then
way to go now found

found yourself a ribbon
found yourself a hold

hold on to the guardrails
hold on to the future

future never feared
future finds your step

step into the light
step out of the darkness

darkness
light

Shared with What Do You See #287 and inspired by this post by Nilofer Neubert using the Blitz form, which has this stack of rules:
Line 1 should be one short phrase or image (like “build a boat”)
Line 2 should be another short phrase or image using the same first word as the first word in Line 1 (something like “build a house”)
Lines 3 and 4 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 2 as their first words (so Line 3 might be “house for sale” and Line 4 might be “house for rent”)
Lines 5 and 6 should be short phrases or images using the last word of Line 4 as their first words, and so on until you’ve made it through 48 lines
Line 49 should be the last word of Line 48
Line 50 should be the last word of Line 47
The title of the poem should be three words long and follow this format: (first word of Line 3) (preposition or conjunction) (first word of line 47)
There should be no punctuation


8th Aug 2025 – Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #189

Guardian Angels – 5th May 2025


How long have you been watching, knowing all the truths?
Allowing the story to unfold before deciding on intervention
Blacking out the sunlight so we make no foolish moves
The most pleasant form of submission, freedom from intention

A curious utopia makes idle minds become soon busy
Unable to trust what we cannot see and comprehend
The possibilities sent our philosophies all a-dizzy
Is the peace you guarantee the action of a friend?

As omnipotent overlords what purpose is your desire?
To defuse our will for independence over the ages
Or quiet the individual need to reach on ever higher
While our intellectual enlightenment engages

Once your face revealed, the body will weep or faint
Soon accepting the devil may be in the detail
The pursuit of pleasure left little time for complaint
And a peaceful coexistence came to prevail

The Guardian Angels and correct use of force
Countered suffering, mandated and employed
That gave some meaning the plebs could endorse
To avert their eyes from the beckoning void

Inspired by the first half of Arthur C Clarke’s Childhood’s End.
27th Nov 2025 – Shared with Esther Chilton Writing Prompt – angel