April 30th. The orignal of this poem took a different line, but I have adapted it to suit the prompt for today, which is directions. I hope you enjoy the ride. In the morning, when the sun illuminates the sloping back of your steed, prepare to ride. With the heat rising from mane to tail,Continue reading “Ride with me”
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Panes and Pains
April 29th Today’s prompt is to take a window and write about what is viewed through it. I came up with a triptych. Through the Butcher’s Window Or For Scott and his Lady in Greggs I would marry her right now if for the rest of my life I could feast on her pies. Don’tContinue reading “Panes and Pains”
Occasional Furniture
April 28th Life is full of questions – perhaps some may be best left unanswered? Can you trust an occasional table to still be the same in the morning? Or will it like a lover slip away at dawn, and transform without warning? If it took God six days to complete his work, was heContinue reading “Occasional Furniture”
Always there
April 27th I began this piece about two week’s ago when the smallest spider I have ever seen appeared on the top of my computer while I was composing another poem. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to take an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and create a poem from the inspiration. I looked and foundContinue reading “Always there”
Breakfast for the Statue of Liberty
Give me your hungry, your starving she said, So, I set them asail on a boat of thick bread. Thousands of beings, baked in sea, Bright orange and gloopy, more sweet than salty They teamed from their cans and swam for the coast, Towards the mountains of butter on my beans on toast.
God save our Ted
April 26th Today’s poetic task, to use and existing poem or song and write a parody poem of our own. In keeping with the British TV zeitgeist, I took the national anthem and wrote a tribute to Line of Duty. Plod save Inspector Ted, From an ignoble death, “God give me strength”. But isContinue reading “God save our Ted”
And breathe
April 25th. Today’s prompt was to write a poem for an event past or future. Today I pay homage to that yet to be event when thousands can gather safely in a field, listening to music, drinking cider with friends, and just feeling human again. Banish from this field the standing ghosts, escort them whiningContinue reading “And breathe”
Earth Pigs
April 24th I woke up this morning and my head instantly decided we were going to write about the fear of public speaking. I then read our prompt for the day “find a factual article about an animal… (that) repeats the name of the animal a lot. Now, go back through the text and replaceContinue reading “Earth Pigs”
Bouée de sauvetage pêche
As a writer (I still shy away from the title poet at times) I often find myself in a dilemma, one to which the vagaries of my mind tutor the torment. The unravelling of meaning of poems – is it meant to be a test that makes you feel inadequate at the best of times?Continue reading “Bouée de sauvetage pêche”
A bowler’s lament
April 22nd Today we were directed to an essay by Urvi Kumbhat on the use of mangoes in diasporic literature. As she discusses in her essay, mangoes have become a sort of shorthand or symbol that writers use to invoke an entire culture, country, or way of life. This has the beauty of simplicity – butContinue reading “A bowler’s lament”
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