Quadrille: Cue The Ball

 

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cue a ball
let your smile raise an arm
we dance

we
r
u
n
chase the ball’s natural arc
we prance

so much
f
u
n
a simple game we enjoy
a glance
to let you know

I will keep hold
of the prize
before you
t
h
r
o
w
.

© Xenia Tran

 

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With love to you all from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx

 

Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in window photo editor.

Camera: Lumix Panasonic FZ38, setting: Outdoor Action.

 

dVerse Poets Quadrille #20: Cue

fpj Photo Challenge: Simplify

Daily Prompt: Second Thoughts

 

Quadrille: Autumn Spark

 

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The forest seems asleep
deep under blankets of mist
enlisted by frost.

Entrusted with finding her spark
we embark on the search,
lurch for the higher ground
beyond the sun’s hiding place.

Faced with our gaze she wakes
and bathes the glen in amber.

© Xenia Tran

 

 

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Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in windows photo editor.

Camera: Lumix Panasonic FZ38, setting: iA and Outdoor Action.

 

In response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #19 Spark

Daily Prompt: Transformation

fpj photo challenge: Nature’s Beauty

Ghosts Of The Kilburn High Road

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The ferns turn to gold and it feels warm for the time of year as we climb to the first view point at Creag Meagaidh. Pearl growls at the man already there and I call her back to put her on the lead. ‘Don’t yer worry about that my dear,’ he says, ‘I’m twice divorced and used to getting growled at.’

A waft of alcohol flows by and the man’s accent takes me straight to Kilburn in North West London. A place where we make friends for life and enjoy the good things this city has to offer. The place where we sleep light on Friday night, alert to the dreaded roar of men who want to kill when the night clubs empty. Our many phone calls to the police and the relief when another life has been saved. The despair when after the silence we here the sirens and the yellow triangle appears on the pavement appealing for witnesses to the latest murder. It is this dark side of the city that drives us towards the last frontier. We are grateful to be here and as we look down over the loch embraced by mountains in the autumn light we say a prayer for those who brave the city life.

At first light on a Kilburn morning
they are already sharing beer
sitting on the steps, eyes haunted
humming ‘It’s a long long way from Clare to here.

© Xenia Tran

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With love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx

Photographs by Xenia Tran, unedited.

Camera: Lumix Panasonic FZ38, setting: iA.

In response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #23 – Contemporary Cityscape
(this week’s prompt for prose followed by a short poem was open to poetic interpretation and did not have to be a haibun or contain a haiku)

Daily Prompt: Infuse

Quadrille: The Silver Cloud

 

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The silver cloud
you step out of
so easily
sees you soon belong
among the pine’s
fine melodies.

The sea is your friend
and you honour the moon’s
moves with the tide
as you stride
wide and far along
the shoreline’s own
silver lining.

© Xenia Tran

 

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Photographs by Xenia Tran, unedited.

Camera: Lumix Panasonic FZ38, setting: iA and Outdoor Action.

 

dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #18 Cloud

Daily Prompt: Original

Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Shine

 

Haiku: Dance Like Leaves

 

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home is where I am
dancing like the leaves
when my spirit soars

© Xenia Tran

 

Photograph by Xenia Tran, unedited.

Camera: Lumix Panasonic FZ38, setting: Outdoor Action.

 

dVerse Poets Pub: Razzle Dazzle Me!

Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge 116: Home & Leaves

Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Local

 

Grandma Alice

Grandma Alice

My grandmother Alice was born in Zurich, Switzerland, and nearly lived to be a 101 years old. I wrote the poem below when we were celebrating her 100th birthday. It was the first time someone in our family had lived this long.

Grandma Alice

I am writing on the page
with your rings on my fingers,
remembering how they sparkled
when you told stories with your hands.

Stories of your travels,
that taxi ride in Jordan,
when you were thrown out in the desert,
hands landing in the sand.

Today you are so frail,
a whisper of a fighter,
when you hold my hand
you become the child I used to be.

We toast your hundredth birthday,
my hands arrange the flowers.
‘Next time I’ll get this many,
it will be my funeral,’ you say.

With one squeeze of your hand
you abseil down our web,
dropping the cord still further.
ready to be free.

With one last wave we say goodbye
and in my heart I am with you,
I hope you will find those places
you never got round to see.

© Xenia Tran

This poem appears in

Book cover for Chiaroscuro - Darkness and Light, Voices from poets - dVerse Anthology

which was published in December 2017 and is now available from Amazon in Europe and North America.

The photograph was taken by my great-grandfather when my grandmother was approximately ten years old.

With love from Xenia xxx

Daily Prompt: Generation

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics – First Things First

dVerse Poets Pub Logo

Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: Grandparents