Green Fern Inferno
Leapfrog
Acrobats
Free fall
Over slope
Roll roll
Open
Leap hop hop
Moss
Rock
Down down
To the sea.
Imagery
Back Path
A great one by Glenys Doull!
Past our flats’ back doors
runs a narrow path down
to carports at the back.
Unnoticed by other tenants
emerald green slime crept
glowed over that path
overhung by clothes lines
and back porch eaves.
Until Susie in flat three
slipped, nearly fell,
until I fell down flat.
” _______ !” those flourishing
streaks of emerald slime
covering the path so
sheltered from the sun !
But no one owned that
path or cleaned it.
We attached her partner’s
family’s bottle of slime
killer to my old garden hose.
She walked up the path
spraying slime killer as I
rolled out the hose behind her.
We killed the slime !
Several years later
it is back again.
Guest Artist, Glenys Doull of New Zealand
It is my privilege to introduce Glenys as part of our Guest Artist Series. I believe she is an important poet of our times and for the people. Unencumbered by the literary judgements of intellectuals, she is part of the movement to return poetry to the people–where it rightfully belongs. I hope you take the time to enjoy her wonderful skill of imagery and verse.
These poems are used by permission and copyrighted by Glenys Doull.
Sweet Peas
Heavily scented warm
summer air draws in
buzzing bees eagerly
seeking precious nectar.
Sweet peas swarm up
netting on the old shed wall
a perfumed rainbow
tapestry of many hues.
Pale pastels to bright
reds, purples, pinks,
blues and lilacs paint a
masterpiece on old timbers.
Rich pickings for the
school children’s flower show. Continue reading
Musty Old Books
Musty Old Books
When the door to my mother opened
for the ninth time
I was born
into the land of strawberries
and Bantam roosters, into a storm
of purple lilacs and sweet cherry trees
with red arms reaching
like my brother’s and sister’s
come to carry me into the fields of alfalfa
and sweet clover where the rhubarb fanned
its green umbrella. Continue reading
On the Road Not On-Line
I leave you with: My Book Of Clouds, Image XIII.
I am on the move twenty-five hundred miles away from this city where I have invested myself for 40 years, but unlike Tony Bennet, I will not leave my heart here. I will take it with me as I put San Francisco in the rear view mirror and resurrect in Fairview, Michigan.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®
QuickTurtle Books® 