Posted in Poetry, Writing

Poetry Quarterly Publication


I’m very excited to announce that my poem “Hope” has been published in the beautiful print publication Poetry Quarterly.  This is the slightly delayed publication of their Fall 2020 edition.  This Highly Selective press is packed with 119 pages of beautiful poetry.  If you would like to support this Indi publisher, you can purchase a copy of the book HERE .

I am also honored to share this publication with a very prolific and talented writer, Megha Snood!  Megha’s work can be seen in quite a few publications and online literary magazines as well.  Megha tells about her publication in PQ HERE.

Prolific Press publishes a number of different books & magazines, including Poetry Quarterly.  They promote writers, poets and education through these different venues. Please enjoy browsing through their many publications HERE.

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson

 

Posted in Poetry, Writing

Fickle Bitch


The bitch

I sat there
in my usual spot

fingers poised

awaiting her dominion

It will begin 
as a trickle

I peck my way
across the page

She takes hold
and the scenes 
unfolding behind my eyelids 
magically find their way
to the page

Magic

It really does
feel like magic

She has hold of me

My fingers glide
unbidden
forming the images
in my mind's eye

The world around me
forgotten

It's just me
and the page

This is the 
magic my muse 
wields for me 

But not today

My Muse
broke our appointment
again

The fickle bitch

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson

*The original version of this was written in 2018.
I liked it very much back then, but I've revised
and refreshed it here. I hope you enjoy.
Posted in Life, Poetry

This Moment


the stars provide
an endless canopy

a soft breeze 
floats 
through the fragrant grasses

cooling our fervor

your shoulder 
is my pillow 

your heartbeat 
my lullaby

we disclose our future 
to the moon 
and he shares his light with us

after 
we slumber 
wrapped in an embrace

tomorrow 
will bring the sunrise 
and with it 
a new beginning

but tonight 
we have this moment

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

Posted in Life, Poetry, Writing

Write the Darkness


Where we’re placed 
may yield happiness 
or sorrow

True happiness 
must be wild and untamed 
overgrown 
tendrils sprouting 
through the broken windowpanes

The childhood bedroom 
where you hid 
under thin blankets 
coerced you 
only to a trail 
of grief

Again led 
to the dying 
of summer

What was allowed 
as transparent as glass 
paramount 
on the path before you

Write the darkness 
and be still

The scars will heal

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Image by Peter H from Pixabay