Jacqui Thewless

Freshman - 551 Points (November,1955 / Manchester, UK)

Jacqui Thewless Poems

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

The light’s faith-keeping with the land
in those wee isles of Rousay and Egilsay -
it made the sea’s third wave’s curve, pale green; the flower’s cup,
a whiter shade than Hakon’s tower-kirk;

it frames, on one Chinese White strand, today’s
loose brushstrokes with a tide of fresh calligraphy in seaweed-inks.
Light sinks the floundered war-ships in less bloody hue
than sunset on a bluebell-blue sky’s rim.

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