The Poetry Bus

We were let off lightly this week, The Weaver of Grass being the driver and setting a general topic, our contributions to fall under the general heading of Flora and/or fauna. No excuses then? I turned to a recent memory - tranquility recollected in tranquility, you might say.

The Swans of Abbotsbury

Even clumping together
cloud-forming, there's grace
in their movement -
its movement - no sound
except one
flapping sheets on a line
as, startled, they take to the skies.
Dull ponderous sound
for something so thrilling,
and seeming much lighter
than air.

The grace of their movement -
its movement - is fractal.
A beauty of one.
It divides, subdivides
splits away once again
balletic and perfect
the music sustained.
Infinity must
live somewhere close by -
maybe in the lagoon
or mansion or house on the moon.




Haiku  #167

Best title ever?
"Decreasing Infinity" -
 Balbir Singh's new ballet

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NewVenture

A new venture for me, that is. I have had a story accepted for publication in the on-line magazine Beat to a Pulp. This is entirely thanks to  David Cranmer who invited me to contribute and to whom I am massively grateful. The story is called Collision, is in verse form and is - I hope you will agree - Sci-Fi. The link to
Collision is here.