Patricia M Osborne

 

N – Now it’s Over

Now it’s Over was inspired by a memory exercise when completing an online Poetry School course last year. However, I took my memories and turned them into fiction.

 

Now it’s over

Lying on brown shag pile,
warmed by roaring flames,
listening to The Carpenters,
We’ve only just begun.

I sip red wine from crystal,
you stroke my hair and cheek,
whisper sweet nothings
in my ear—

That was yesterday
but the record still spins on.

***

N – Narrative

N is also for Narrative form. I tend to write most of my poetry this way. I like the way it tells a story.

‘Narrative poems come in all shapes and sizes, but they all have one thing in common: They tell stories.’ (Michael J Bugeja – The Art and Craft of Poetry)

N – Nature – Nature Poem – Red-Eared Terrapin

 

I wrote Red-Eared Terrapin around three years ago after watching two terrapins on my local lake.

The Red-Eared Terrapin

Unaware of onlookers,
a hard shell rests
on brittle bark,
basks in the sun.
Small slinky head
stretches towards the sky.

Aroused by footsteps
in snakehead blooms
he makes a dive, splashes
into dappled water,
but not before a red stripe
behind his ear reveals his name.