The winter chill is here
I feel it on my ears
My hands like ice
Soft wool feels nice
My fleecy jacket keeps me toasty
My cheeks are growing rosy
I look like a pink teddy bear
I feel warm so I don’t care
Image created by Gemma Creegan
June Poetry Prompts
Leave a commentThe beginning of winter can be a great time for celebrating FOOD and contemplating KINGS! There are actually special dates for Meat Pies, Cheese, Pineapple, Donuts and even National Vegemite Day on the 16th of June!! King Charles III’s birthday is commemorated on Monday 8th June in most States and Territories (except QLD and WA). What will you celebrate in a poem this month?
Send your poetic inspirations to Linda Davidson:
Date prompts include:
- World Environment Day (5th June) – our picture may inspire you?
- World Oceans Day (8th June)
- Winter Solstice (21st June)
Picture Prompt:
Autumn Haikus by James Aitchison
Leave a commenthigh in the tree-top
kookaburras form a choir
notes falling with leaves
my breath clouds like mist
summer bleeds from the branches
I walk on colour
Image from Pixabay
Fissures and Friendships by Celia Berrell
2 CommentsWe can’t know how
someone else feels
(we can only guess).
My point of view
isn’t precisely
the same as yours.
And in that gap,
in that mysterious little divide,
looms a hollowness.
Burning empty with
innocence
or ignorance,
within that crevice,
a glue called “sorry”
may help us mend.
Image from Pixabay
When the sun goes down by James Aitchison
Leave a commentThe bright afternoon is over,
the sun is low in the sky,
the world is holding its breath
and the trees are waving goodbye.
The first night creatures are stirring
and bats come out to play,
as the night spreads over the plain
and claims the leavings of the day.
When the sun goes down by James Aitchison
Desert sunset, Australia. Photo by Ginette Pestana
A Trio of Autumn Haikus by Dannielle Viera
Leave a commentA patchwork of leaves
blankets the soon-cooling earth.
Seeds sleep until spring.
Bonfire burns brightly,
melting marshmallows like snow.
I dance near the flames.
Red and orange leaves
warm the air of autumn days.
Gaia’s ardent gift.
Image from Pixabay
Honey Bee by Linda Davidson
1 CommentLately I’ve become quite the honey connoisseur,
Trying different flavours as I go from store to store.
I’ve learnt the taste and colour depends on the flower.
Stringybark is dark while Blue Gum is amber.
Worker bees forage and collect the nectar;
Caring for the queen – they will fiercely protect her.
Drone bees have no stinger and they are the males,
While females do a waggle dance by ‘talking’ with their tails.
Keep on buzzing, little bees, I’m in awe of your skill.
Lucky honey won’t expire ‘cause my shelf is now full.
It’s time for gooey sweetness on my toast and in my tea.
Then I’ll plant some garden flowers to keep the honey bees happy.
Honey Bee by Linda Davidson
Photo taken by Linda Davidson
Happy World Bee Day !!