http://slow.writerscafe.org/greatauntastri The original writings of author Great Aunt Astri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775967517 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 IMPOSTERThere is someone pretending to be me,Writing rude comments to all and sundry.If you have been a victim thusMake a big fuss And let me know.Together we will give a blowTo that imposter's plot.Was it me? rest assured, it was not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2307519/ DarknessThe darkness has been pursuing me for yearsand I have been taking evasive side-steps.DarknessDarkness lurks behind every image, about to infiltrate.It waits round every corner ready to pounce upon me.DarknessDarkness, they say,  is the  opposite of light.But is our fear of the dark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2100373/                                                                                      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2057035/ THe poetry of the world is crying to be heard,but we have deaf ears, we hear not a word.Echoes call from within, echoes call from without,Sometimes in whispers, and then with a shout.Lyrics from the South, sagas from the frozen NorthTales of mystique from the East call forth,while the bards of the W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2051992/ The old pine tree fell down in the raging stormand lay on the grassy verge, all forlorn. Then, at her side there grew some flowers fresh and new.Poppies, wild and yellow.Yellow poppies with a message, soft and mellow."Welcome to the mother soil. This is the placewhere you must now decay, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2049894/ English sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2048184/ "You horrible, nasty, vindictive b***h"are words that echo through my mind.Hold it, I say, has there been a hitch?Have I been unfair, have I been unkind?Do these words come from my inner critical self,sorting out clutter to throw off the shelf?Or do they drop out of the sky,unseen, cruel, to ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2038642/ OUT OF THE BLUEI don’t like a mess,The mayhem of Saturnal storms,Inflammatory, explosive, red hot,Like a bull in a china shop,Or a boat adrift in a mire,Unsalvageable, consigned to oblivion.But I quite like a muddle.Muddles challenge our minds To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2036658/ TIME, THE GREAT HEALERWe are lucky to have Time.It’s always there.No-one knows quite what it is.An illusive thingLike a butterfly you cannot catch.The Romans said it was variable,Sometimes slow and sometimes fast..Like the eagle on wing,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2028145/ A little ditty for Valentine's day (in Senyru format) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/2004907/ Observed on a walk, one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1991953/ In the woods, in the parks, in private gardens,Across the fields and from the hills,The feathered creatures, great eagles and tiny wrens,Listen to the sounds all around.They hear the voices of the unheard,Inaudible to all, except to them.They hear the lonely and unspoken wordOf t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1988185/ STOPPING AND STARINGWhen time’s winged chariot rushes byAnd the busy world goes her giddy wayIt does you good to standAnd stop and stare.Amidst the commotion you canSit in an oasis of calm,Refresh the emotions,Calm the chattering mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1985824/ Dreaming of happy memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1973924/ A ballad, quatrains of syllables 8,6,8,6, iambic metre and abac rhyming. There are many different forms of ballad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1966521/ T'is the break of dawnOn an eerie October morn.An owl screeches, searing the air.The wolves howl, as if in fear.All creatures from far and wide,Look to the sky, and scamper to hide.From the horizon and into the gloom,Arises the blood-red moon,Huge, and atmospherically bright.Indeed, an auspicious si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1962564/ Early poem written when I was a teenager. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1959412/ When I saw this pigeon on the bird table, I was reminded of D H Lawrence's poem, 'The Snake'. ;- ' A snake came to my water trough ....' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1954544/ The sparrows came at sunriseand flew into the apple tree.The apples looked temptingly ripe,resplendent in their skins, green and glossy.The birds hopped from branch o branch,preening their feathersin the early morning rays of light.I listened to their chirping voicesand wondered what news they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1953618/ A collaboration between Barleygirl and myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1950217/ I love my good-maker,But I laugh at my Doppelganger.He is such a naughty little boy, He is such a silly little boy.He roars at me,He growls at me,He howls at me.He pulls hideous faces,To frighten me.He tries to make me feel stupid,He shoots fiery arrows of vengeance at me,An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1949001/ The waters in the still oceanlie quiet, waiting in anticipation.The wind murmurs above, gently,caressing the smooth surface,coaxing a wave into existence,exciting the lethargic watersinto awakened movement.From a state of dreaming sleepinto ever increasing action,each separate drop, part of the whol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1944322/ Dreams can be very seemingly real sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1943797/ Enjoying the garden so much in this lovely summer weather, I just had to post this old one up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1931659/ short poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1926531/ attempt at an English sonnet. Irish mythology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1921248/ On location. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1919882/ Summer's here. Time to work in the garden! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1916561/ A deeply thought about and worked poem. Many thanks to RICHARD.(Cowritten) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1915626/ SOME MORE SOUND BITES http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1915407/ on location http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1915356/ Three PROSODY poems, in collection called SOME SOUND BITES. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1914360/ pure imagination inspired by real life event http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1913950/ A poem written when I was a mere teenager. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1913376/ Actually, I was just sitting in the garden one day, when I wrote this! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1911589/ A poem written on location http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1911573/ Eight line poem inspired by a TELUGU tongue poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1906755/ All of a doodahAt Life's callous callsI was exhaustedAnd, lacking animation. I succumbed to my bedMy wearied bodySeemed as dark As black satin at night.Then, out of the depthOf the den of despairCame a hint of hope.Like the morning lightThose rosy rays full of promiseLike the Phoenix, rose from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greatauntastri/1890609/