Butterfly kiss


don’t blink, don’t stop, feeling.


inside, this evanescent touch.


skin tingling, beneath the tips.


lips brush gently, across silk wings.


softly, as you take off, gone, soundlessly.


still fluttering, stroking my soul.

Abi Baker © 18/08/12


Our third fantastic fun collaboration of poetic minds 🙂

Musings and Smatterings

Prompt really gave us food for poetic thought. Enjoy!

by Jaqueline Dick@Fumanchucat

And who are you,
to condemn me
because I choose not
to reside in your world of reality.

My mystical magic
brings me solace,
beauty –
a world in which only I choose
who or what resides.

It is gossamered,
yet strong;
loving –
and fun.

There are no wars
no bloodshed
no barbs
no jealousies.

Take your reality
and when you tire
I am here
to show you the way.

Make Believe

by Peter Wilkin@PeterWilkin1

It may have been a fluffball
wafted by the draught
from my open window,
or a skittering mouse
fazed by my awakening
but the brand new colouring book
positioned on the chimneypiece
gaudy as splashed paint
convinced me beyond all doubt.
And though my father
could find no trace
of any ethereal creatures
more proof (if proof were needed)

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When the moment comes again
I will not remember the spaces
words transcending time and distance
a smile that can be felt
deep inside my very essence.
Fleeting doubts sometimes whisper
anxious eyes then crease my brow
they clear quickly as passing clouds
blown away by your consistency
a breath of fresh air to the soul.
Rest now in this heartmade gift.

Abi Baker © 16/08/12

Please take the time to read this first collaboration of poetry all from a single prompt.

Musings and Smatterings


By John Anstie

When you have given all, then lost,
is this the colour of blame?
The love that drips from your sweet lips
and drowns someone in shame.

When young, their hue was vestal white,
their innocence on view.
As you would vanquish suitors all,
just one will conquer you.

The age of love, engorged with red,
this procreative flower
would then attract them and their charm
laid helpless in your bower.

But summer’s heat and light turned blue
in autumn’s lengthened shade
and, as the scented bloom decays,
a nation’s colours fade.

When you have given all and lost,
is this the colour of blame?
The love that drips from your sweet lips
and drowns someone in shame.


By Peter Wilkin

nymphae, philtrum, flaps, rims,
borders, procheilon, cherries, folds;
sylph, aerofoils, grooves, felloe,
protuberances, middles, prunus, creases;

peaches, labia, margins, portals,
perimeters, tips, pèrleche, pouters;

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Please take the time to read this poetry collaboration all from a single wonderful prompt.

Musings and Smatterings

One prompt, six poets, lots of fun 😀


Craig Morris

Let dance your inner Morris
Let your hair go wild,
release your inner child
Grab a stick, some bells
and a hankie and panky or two

Step into those rings
And get ready to fling
savagely and untamed
Your great British thing(y)

Flight to Heaven
John Anstie

He spoke at first in some other tongue;
nothing that I’d ever heard before.
He’d carried all his possessions
from the hut where he was born
and laid them on the floor
in front of them;
symbols of his influence
brought to bear on his place
in this society. Possessions that
He’d never take with him
in his flight to heaven.

The next part was a revelation
it started like nothing
out of the ordinary;
like some kind of dumb down
acrobatic exercise
to loosen him
for hunting
for gathering

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