Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja benskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes, Elizabeth Moura and myself. May 20th.

Day 20: Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge curated by Paul Brookes-Writer Photographer in Collaboration with select artists and writers: My poem, ‘Enigma’ with Audio is first up!👀

The Wombwell Rainbow

20MF 20

Enigma

Day Zero – A voice an echo hazy halo no human hello
This place this existence a murmur a glitch strange
Sounds no memories faded dreams chrome screams
A tunnel narrowing bright lights prickling skermunkels
Piercing my skin igniting my molecular wiring in this
Outer world existence a sudden intake of forgotten
Breath from eons ago yet vaguely familiar to let go
of these life-giving biological cellular feeding –
I can hear it, a warming accompanying droning
Announcing my awakening to Day Zero…

Memories of Us – A voice white noise entering my
My grey consciousness waking up in this warp speed
Existence no immediate sense only the monotone
Voice of an enigma haunting phenomena, reminding
Us of our former selves now only bionic shells –
Light-years have passed beyond Mars our journey
Only just slowing down this nowhere town our floating
Host transporting dried out souls controlling our

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Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja benskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes, Elizabeth Moura, Yvonne Marjot and myself. May 19th.

Day 19: Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge curated by Paul Brookes-Writer Photographer in collaboration with select artists and writers: My poems with Audio – ‘Meandering Metamorphosis’ and ‘Wilted Love’

The Wombwell Rainbow

19MF 19The last string

That little town where every kid
starts out with a festival of balloons

each step they’re followed by every colour
before they know the names of any of them

to grow up means to let go of strings
and one by one, they do

when did you realise your body
was a thin shape you were stuck inside

when did you let go of the knowing
that one day you’d be a dolphin

or a butterfly, for-certain-for-real
and your promising skin would stretch

so bright and right, to float you free
when did the second-to-last colour

become just a shadow on the sun
and did you wave it gone

like the proud new adults in that town
left holding just the one

=Ankh Spice

Cling

These peonies know
no social distancing.
They cling
petal to petal
in soft defiance,
tactile, lush. They
press closer,
sharing scent like

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‘A Morning Song for Dylan Thomas’: Appreciation Poetry 2020 curated by Lidia Chiarelli

A Morning Song for Dylan Thomas As the sun turns in circles of radiating brilliance casting its energy into your brittle heart, You allow yourself to bask in chards of paused despair – Owning your daily destiny finding an embracing permeating symphony – Your emotions leaking endlessly into the swelling cavities of Swansea. As the … Continue reading ‘A Morning Song for Dylan Thomas’: Appreciation Poetry 2020 curated by Lidia Chiarelli

Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja benskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes, Elizabeth Moura and myself. May 18th.

Day 18: Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge curated by Paul Brookes-Writer Photographer in collaboration with select artists and writers: My poems – ‘Versions of Us’ and ‘Urban Citadel’ with Audio.

The Wombwell Rainbow

18Version 2Sue Day 4

The past of those passed
collected on felled trees,
on stones that mattered.
We have written out our lives,
thrown a few words
against the social wind;
maybe a few have clung
to the dying willows.
I doubt it. We’re transients
on this earth. We don’t know
how to live with this earth.
A silent species, a thousand
thousand years from now,
will have nothing from us
to touch with the wonder
only the fingers can translate.

-Elizabeth Moura

Day 18 sonja,power and glory.

do you feel like two people
that one is split in two
that the other one does
look a bit like you
only more so

do you fetch out your older clothes and boots
now and make longer sentences that do not quite match the others

feel happy now as the chap you are

will you go back when your hair was commanded
where the bidding predicted

the…

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Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja benskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes, Elizabeth Moura and myself. May 17th.

Day 17 Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge curated by Paul Brookes-Writer Photographer in collaboration with select artists and writers: My poems with audio : ‘Phantoms in my Mind’ and ‘New Atlantis’

The Wombwell Rainbow

17MF 17

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Murakami’s cats, the peeling memory, an unhealthy preoccupation
with Studio Ghibli animation, an unhealthy preoccupation with
certain social media accounts, with line breaks that you have to
get over – eventually. Ninety-percent of my life is devoted to
upsetting people with a line break, forming only at the preposition.
It seems, most of the time, this is more upsetting to / some people
than the combined human rights violations of, say, North Korea.

-Alex Mazey

Day 17 sonja.foam.

foam is ok , like this sea stuff
yet pea foam leaves me wanting for regular
food
without the mouth sensation

unlike mousse which is more like
solid froth
or should I say foam again
and spoil the muse

light is wonderful
lifts the brain and limbs
beyond
sparkles rain the morning
once again we have the repetition
of words

shapes fly
foam flies
the salted wind

by the sea
seagulls fly

over

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Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja benskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes, Elizabeth Moura and myself. May 16th

Day 16: Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge curated by Paul Brookes-Writer Photographer – My poem with audio: ‘The Spectre’ along in collaboration with select artists and writers

The Wombwell Rainbow

16MF 16

heart of stone

all through the millenia
all egbert wanted was
to play with the other statues

-Rich Follett

Day 16 Sonja .pensive.

a quizzical look
grey frowns the brow
wrinkles

did it do wrong
neutered into submission
wandering
lost the way

she said she will trap it send it away
her aggressive with the lockdown

envious of solitude
exploding with anger

red threads could bind us

-sbm

Who Are You

A life of consequences.
The whole thing
a slight of hand…
I cannot see me,
doubt anyone can.

Never to know my name,
or purpose hidden behind.
Mendacity my gift and
I my own victim.
My light is not
the illuminating kind.

A life spent
hide and seeking,
the deeper I look
the darker my lairs.

I nearly met
on one or two occasions,
not yet being
quite there.

©️ Dai Fry 15th May 2020.

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I recall a dark room at…

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Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja benskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes, Elizabeth Moura and myself. May 15th

Day 15: Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge curated by Paul Brookes-Writer in collaboration with select artists&writers – Final part of my Quadrilogy ‘The Institute’

The Wombwell Rainbow

15MF 15Tanks

Lilies, petal wrapped,
their colour smiles
in water’s drift.

A summer’s dreamer,
her flowers are
purple rain catchers.

Tanks: ancient reservoirs,
lilies far as sight permits.

Under chlorophyll isles
drift tangled fronds
where swimmers weave
their cool green,
hydraulic dreams.

Elephants drink here
and stick legged
avians break journeys.
To stand pensive, in these
time worn water fields.

Marvel at floating leaves,
whose island dreams
and water songs,
play rippling gently.

In the distance
where lilies meet sky:
A white chalk bright
Stupa topped with
Buddha head spike,
pierces the unbroken blue.

Once neolithic mounds
to hold our dead,
now giants of brick
and stone…
who bow their heads
to passing flowers
and greenway archipelagos.

To drink a deep fill,
a quench of lake water.

©️ Dai Fry 14th May 2020.

Da doo Ra Ra ran

cowardly sun god sperm cell
suffers performance anxiety;
flees from opportunity —
future…

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