the-odd-inkwell
the odd inkwell is a poet sequestered in the tower of her ancestral mansion. To pass the time, she creates found poetry and found haiku from cutting up very old books. Occasionally, she incorporates poetry with found object art. She blogs her poetry at http://theoddinkwell.com / She also writes short free verse poetry and haiku.
kettle whistle signals
social obligations
tea cakes slightly stale
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
not one word
between them
for years
she would have
the table prepared
and he showed
his wife
his affections
by bringing
home
more fish
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
mother was very fond
of
men with hoary hair
I need not speak
it was my turn to watch
through the door
for
benevolence
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
reverberating among
the neglected grave-stones
a vesper chime
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 2:37 PM UTC
indifferent
the gargoyle sits.
long has it been
since the snail
would weave tales of gold.
an empty snow-covered shell
all that remains
in his stony ear.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 4:43 PM UTC
this
the third
season
they lost
another
pregnant ewe
and the
illusion
they could be
farmers
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
as the grey light of evening
caught hold of her dress
her hymn of joy will cease
Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC