Writing

Ballet.

By Denise Carruthers / 23rd June, 2018

The ink fills her reeds. Dangles deep in her dark pasta. Her bellyful and aching from La Bayadère. No more Minkus, She craves the sweet straws, the strings of Schubert.…

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Love flowers

By Denise Carruthers / 20th June, 2018

~I have been waiting~ ~My garden planted with dreams~ ~But Impatiens blooms~   ? American Meadows

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Self contained

By Denise Carruthers / 20th June, 2018

It’s a blue bottle baby & a piece of the sea. It’s the sting in the tail one never forgets. Washed up abandon, at its lowest ebb. Sorrow preserved long…

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Under the Guvmints spell

By Denise Carruthers / 20th June, 2018

Once t’was a stork brought the babies. Then kisses and what ifs and maybe’s. When there was no more of that, under the cabbage old hat. They gathered the children…

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Thank you

By Denise Carruthers / 17th June, 2018

It happened that I found a friend,  when a friend was exactly what I needed. This is dedicated to him; Found me a shelter a standing rock & he’s the…

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Nefelibata

By Denise Carruthers / 9th June, 2018

Let me tell you the tale of Nefelibata How long ago she was still & bound to earth Her roots ground and thoughts in marsh grasses Her shadows long as…

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THE SONG

By Denise Carruthers / 4th June, 2018

and then she sang, a pale watery sound to be sure but the mountain heard & echoed it along the valley. The wind picked her song for the stones in…

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Beyond the Pale

By Denise Carruthers / 4th June, 2018

…and then the milk, you spilled, on purpose in my name. To make me cry while you shed sneers How black looks on your kettle. How you became the harder…

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Petals and Pearls

By Denise Carruthers / 2nd June, 2018

How far we’ve come from trees to caves we grunted along till some bugger’s tongue turned sounds into words and then to the way that we say them, For instance,…

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