Jacqui Thewless

Rookie - 0 Points (November,1955 / Manchester, UK)

Jacqui Thewless Poems

1. Haibun 2 7/4/2009
2. Orkney Islands 7/4/2009
3. Lent 7/5/2009
4. The Eating Club 7/6/2009
5. Vessels 7/6/2009
6. The Letter (Ii) 7/29/2009
7. The Letter (Iii) 7/30/2009
8. Werekidz 7/30/2009
9. Woodsheep's Lament 8/23/2009
10. You 8/24/2009
11. Imaginary Spring 8/26/2009
12. Selchie (For John) 8/22/2009
13. Jessica! 9/12/2009
14. October 9/12/2009
15. Randompoems 10/15/2009
16. Noon 10/19/2009
17. Easter Saturday,2010 4/2/2010
18. For Kai At Easter,2010 4/3/2010
19. Easter Sunday,2010 4/4/2010
20. Tin Tabernacle 2 4/13/2010
21. Ma Bod 4/14/2010
22. For Alan Thewless 7/3/2010
23. For Suzy Chaple 7/9/2010
24. Home 7/9/2010
25. Faith 7/10/2010
26. Conversion 7/31/2010
27. Rob's Elegy 8/21/2010
28. Swan- Song 9/5/2010
29. Visitation 9/8/2010
30. Haibun 3 10/26/2010
31. Haibun 4 10/26/2010
32. October Haiku 10/30/2010
33. Birthday Gifts 11/24/2010
34. Advent 11/29/2010
35. Haibun 5 12/1/2010
36. Ayer's Rock (For Katie) 12/4/2010
37. We 2/4/2011
38. February 2011 Middle East Memorial 2/17/2011
39. Nonet: Phases (For Adam) 3/16/2011
40. Crone 3/18/2011
Best Poem of Jacqui Thewless

Strange Thoughts, Tonight.

Last evening
sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair

and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
tube in a box turned
my locks
black

and tonight I have strange thoughts
about love
like ash
stirred in a bronze dish with
the stub of my pen


when I wore
a patterned silk kimono
smelling of
patchouli oil
and moved inside the slight
ghost of my long-haired youth

after the lover’s cigarette
I slept
on newly-warmed
white wedding-bed-sheets
then you were green too weighty in-
between my tender thighs
...

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Poem For Jimmy

Gone is the Garden, O!
and all her loveliness brought down in one wee blink of time:
seed-harvest to the four wide widths of space blown freely;
the great Ash uprooted and a cavernous ground.
After the outpouring dark sky’s lashing
and this year’s winds, unleashed,
there is nothing left of flowering fields
and the green has given up its ghost.

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