Submissions by ashbymcgowan (Ashby McGowan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write multi-voice and single voice poetry.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2016 8:06am
8th Mar 2016 8:06am
CYCLING UP THE CROW ROAD (NEAR LENNOXTOWN)
Legs are straining as light is fading, hill-side shading. Sweat and sunset colours stain each golden grain
Muted hues are spreading, into leaves then shedding. Streams, together threading and downwards heading
Lapwing calling, limbs are stalling. Singing in the rain, and cycling through the pain
White gulls darting, diving and arising, lit by BRILLIANT SHAFTS OF DANCING LIGHT, as they tumble down the empty air, to squabble, here, and there, and EVERYWHERE
Winds are bracing, through dark sheep I’m chasing, ever faster racing, homeward bound
Turning...
Muted hues are spreading, into leaves then shedding. Streams, together threading and downwards heading
Lapwing calling, limbs are stalling. Singing in the rain, and cycling through the pain
White gulls darting, diving and arising, lit by BRILLIANT SHAFTS OF DANCING LIGHT, as they tumble down the empty air, to squabble, here, and there, and EVERYWHERE
Winds are bracing, through dark sheep I’m chasing, ever faster racing, homeward bound
Turning...
662 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2016 1:06pm
7th Mar 2016 1:06pm
Shadows cast shadows
1093 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2016 1:01pm
7th Mar 2016 1:01pm
Whalemeat ( Kujira, is the Japanese word for whale).
Many years ago, while protesting outside the International Whaling Commission at Brighton, I met two Japanese whalers. Being a Buddhist, I asked them how they could condone the killing of whales (they were also both Buddhists). They said that it was wrong but added that they said prayers of regret after they had killed the whale.
Whale is the wonder in the deep darkening
Dye red the waves as the spray sparkling
Dying in the depth and the seabirds scattering
Harpoon shreds flesh and a song, fading fast
Pain, as her lover, slowly moving...
Whale is the wonder in the deep darkening
Dye red the waves as the spray sparkling
Dying in the depth and the seabirds scattering
Harpoon shreds flesh and a song, fading fast
Pain, as her lover, slowly moving...
713 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 12:47pm
6th Mar 2016 12:47pm
Three Days to Go
855 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 12:44pm
6th Mar 2016 12:44pm
My Mate Paul
My Mate Paul: a multi-voice poem (where the audience imagine the words not given)
Hi. How are you?
………………
Only had the two
……………
Glad you could make it
……………
Dancing! We’re gonna boogie n’ shake it
You what?
What?
Yeh, the drink’s dear
What? Too loud in here
My mate Paul will be here soon
Then you just watch the “tarts” all swoon
……………………..
No. He’s got a “trouble and strife”,
Couldn’t call her, “a...
Hi. How are you?
………………
Only had the two
……………
Glad you could make it
……………
Dancing! We’re gonna boogie n’ shake it
You what?
What?
Yeh, the drink’s dear
What? Too loud in here
My mate Paul will be here soon
Then you just watch the “tarts” all swoon
……………………..
No. He’s got a “trouble and strife”,
Couldn’t call her, “a...
635 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Mar 2016 8:15am
4th Mar 2016 8:15am
Guide to Multi-voice Poetry
944 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 1:01pm
3rd Mar 2016 1:01pm
The Wind
The wind does not exist to do your bidding,
Throw a kite into my arms and I will tear it to shreds
I am in the lungs of the stumbling climber, gasping for breath on the Goatfell ridge,
Below the far wide sky,
Above the endless sea.
I am the rhythm in the Poet’s voice,
As he struggles to control the overflowing words,
And phrases,
And twists,
And turns
But I can also be found in the harsh words of a scorned lover, as they threaten revenge.
At weekends, I am in your stuttered obscenities as you reach a state of...
Throw a kite into my arms and I will tear it to shreds
I am in the lungs of the stumbling climber, gasping for breath on the Goatfell ridge,
Below the far wide sky,
Above the endless sea.
I am the rhythm in the Poet’s voice,
As he struggles to control the overflowing words,
And phrases,
And twists,
And turns
But I can also be found in the harsh words of a scorned lover, as they threaten revenge.
At weekends, I am in your stuttered obscenities as you reach a state of...
796 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 8:19am
3rd Mar 2016 8:19am
FRAGMENTS OF RAINBOW
Another watercolour day
Of Lake District gray
Slate and spray
Painted in May
Fragments of rainbow, staining the clouds, fade, as the dark, comes conquering
Rising and falling, splashing the rocks, waves, tinted black, strike harder now
Dreams, never ending, and stories, and changing, day light and night light, and patterns arranging
Forever emerging, slowly the leaves, push, as the rain, drops splattering
Lifting and drifting, smoke in the dusk, twirls, as the moon shines brighter now
Light, ever changing, and starting, and...
Of Lake District gray
Slate and spray
Painted in May
Fragments of rainbow, staining the clouds, fade, as the dark, comes conquering
Rising and falling, splashing the rocks, waves, tinted black, strike harder now
Dreams, never ending, and stories, and changing, day light and night light, and patterns arranging
Forever emerging, slowly the leaves, push, as the rain, drops splattering
Lifting and drifting, smoke in the dusk, twirls, as the moon shines brighter now
Light, ever changing, and starting, and...
685 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by ashbymcgowan (Ashby McGowan)
