spring Archives - Spillwords

The World’s Spring-clean

Peg PrendevilleMay 26, 2020

The World's Spring-clean written by: Peg Prendeville The world sighed and said it’s time To clean this place it’s full of slime It needs a spring-cl...

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The Circle of Death and Life

LadyLilyMay 6, 2020

The Circle of Death and Life written by: LadyLily @AFairymary The Church blazed bright, so intense it was almost audible, all golden, a vividness...

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Spring

hedgehogApril 28, 2020

Spring written by: hedgehog Along the canal the trees lie silent Like men in the trenches falling and dying Seized by a blast from winters icy breat...

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Andra Tutto Bene

Selina WhiteleyApril 22, 2020

Andra Tutto Bene written by: Selina Whiteley People overhang terraces, heavy with suspense and bougainvillea, singing. A street away, an aqueduct a...

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Irregular Ode To Covid Spring

Shelly NorrisApril 20, 2020

Irregular Ode To Covid Spring written by: Shelly Norris Local reporters advise gardening a sanctioned activity. Frugal as my German grandmother, I...

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Smelling Like Flowers

Marta CompagnoneApril 14, 2020

Smelling Like Flowers written by: Marta Compagnone @martacompagnone Despite the spring darkness grows to cast shadows of fears over our lives. A...

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A Morning

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)April 10, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XIX A Morning written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I do remember certain things, nine months later, how it...

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Planet Earth… Closed For Repairs

Vidya VenkataramananApril 4, 2020

Planet Earth... Closed For Repairs written by: Vidya Ventakaramanan An eerie sign said Planet earth Closed for repairs! Yesterday's cacophony, Not...

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Pestilence Shards

Michael BallMarch 31, 2020

Pestilence Shards written by: Michael Ball @whirred I. Irony Have we time and heart space for irony (even for the athletic) while the plague s...

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Sunday Morning

Dan LeichtMarch 29, 2020

Sunday Morning written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Silent. Morning in an old log cabin Alone. Once bustling Time for friends has come and gone Calm...

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Early Lilac Spring

Iulia HalatzMarch 20, 2020

Early Lilac Spring written by: Iulia Halatz My secret castle lies in Spring at the corner of vernal vicious winds… Surrounded by lilacs and viole...

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Fill My Heart With Spring

Bilquis FatimaMarch 20, 2020

Fill My Heart With Spring written by: Bilquis Fatima I can hear the birds sing For sure it is the song of spring. The winter gray has faded away, ...

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Seasons

Megha SoodMarch 17, 2020

Seasons written by: Megha Sood @meghasood16 I carry the seasons in the palms of my hand as I rub them together and create the sweltering heat the...

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Winter’s Purity

Boris SimonovskiMarch 11, 2020

Winter's Purity written by: Boris Simonovski @VolkashinPoet Snowflakes depart from the sky, waste hours as I watch them pass by. Like feathers from...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...