Nov. 30th #Prompt #Poem
Naked and #shiv’ring in #nature’s #perfection;
a #midnight #walk...
#vss365 #last
#emoetry #optimism
#blueskyrelay #theconfettineverlanded
#2wordprompt #cherish #middle
#bedroomeyesprompt #midnight #walk
#foxprose #lockedinnature’sperfection
#firewords280 #barren #shivering
Naked and #shiv’ring in #nature’s #perfection;
a #midnight #walk...
#vss365 #last
#emoetry #optimism
#blueskyrelay #theconfettineverlanded
#2wordprompt #cherish #middle
#bedroomeyesprompt #midnight #walk
#foxprose #lockedinnature’sperfection
#firewords280 #barren #shivering
November 30, 2025 at 2:42 PM
And you saw her shiv'ring there. DUNT DA NA! DUNT DA NA!
January 21, 2025 at 2:07 PM
And you saw her shiv'ring there. DUNT DA NA! DUNT DA NA!
For me? I’m quaking. I’m shiv’ring. I’m unable to gaze upon reality. Ketchup please
October 5, 2023 at 3:28 PM
For me? I’m quaking. I’m shiv’ring. I’m unable to gaze upon reality. Ketchup please
‘Casting a glare amid the foliage wild,
That spreads romantic o’er the abby walls—
Though from some dark recess with ghastly stare,
An airy troop of pale cold shiv’ring ghosts
Should lightly skim along the lonesome void.’ ~ George Keates, 1764. #BookWormSat
🖼️ Netley Abbey, J Hassell, 1807.
That spreads romantic o’er the abby walls—
Though from some dark recess with ghastly stare,
An airy troop of pale cold shiv’ring ghosts
Should lightly skim along the lonesome void.’ ~ George Keates, 1764. #BookWormSat
🖼️ Netley Abbey, J Hassell, 1807.
August 19, 2023 at 5:37 PM
‘Casting a glare amid the foliage wild,
That spreads romantic o’er the abby walls—
Though from some dark recess with ghastly stare,
An airy troop of pale cold shiv’ring ghosts
Should lightly skim along the lonesome void.’ ~ George Keates, 1764. #BookWormSat
🖼️ Netley Abbey, J Hassell, 1807.
That spreads romantic o’er the abby walls—
Though from some dark recess with ghastly stare,
An airy troop of pale cold shiv’ring ghosts
Should lightly skim along the lonesome void.’ ~ George Keates, 1764. #BookWormSat
🖼️ Netley Abbey, J Hassell, 1807.
That reminds me of the metaphor I used in the first sonnet I wrote for #PoetInLockdown all those years ago…
July 26, 2026 at 6:00 AM
That reminds me of the metaphor I used in the first sonnet I wrote for #PoetInLockdown all those years ago…
And linger, shiv’ring on the brink,
August 16, 2026 at 6:50 PM
And linger, shiv’ring on the brink,
Whether Cold Or Hot
when Truth a blanket insufficient is convicted
and self not be well covered over hands so cold
and madness gibbers in your shiv’ring teeth that chatter
and feet exposed to cold night air and bones that feel so old
when Truth a blanket insufficient is convicted
and self not be well covered over hands so cold
and madness gibbers in your shiv’ring teeth that chatter
and feet exposed to cold night air and bones that feel so old
February 14, 2025 at 11:23 PM
Whether Cold Or Hot
when Truth a blanket insufficient is convicted
and self not be well covered over hands so cold
and madness gibbers in your shiv’ring teeth that chatter
and feet exposed to cold night air and bones that feel so old
when Truth a blanket insufficient is convicted
and self not be well covered over hands so cold
and madness gibbers in your shiv’ring teeth that chatter
and feet exposed to cold night air and bones that feel so old
Who but must laugh, the master when he sees,
A puny insect shiv'ring at a breeze!
A puny insect shiv'ring at a breeze!
June 28, 2026 at 4:56 AM
Who but must laugh, the master when he sees,
A puny insect shiv'ring at a breeze!
A puny insect shiv'ring at a breeze!
I wake, I rise, and shiv'ring with the frost
Search all the house; my Gulliver is lost!
Search all the house; my Gulliver is lost!
May 5, 2026 at 8:40 AM
I wake, I rise, and shiv'ring with the frost
Search all the house; my Gulliver is lost!
Search all the house; my Gulliver is lost!