Today’s ask is to come up with a poem that involves music at a ceremony or event of some kind. This month, I have tried respond to the prompts by looking at the resource, finding some inspiration and connecting it to the first thing that opened the wardrobe of my imagination as I climbed fromContinue reading “A moment in time”
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Marvel of the sea
A few days after the Bard’s birthday we have been asked to write a sonnet, the poetic form so most connected with love. We weren’t given a subject today, but I had already primed my mind after seeing this photo yesterday taken by fellow bird enthusiast Stephen Beaver. who is also a member of theContinue reading “Marvel of the sea”
Flowers
Today, we are to write a poem that involves people making music together, and that references – with a lyric or line – a song or poem that is important to us. I chose to go abstract after writing one of the lines two days ago that I felt a desperation to give purpose toContinue reading “Flowers”
Listen
Today’s prompt is a bit of a gift for me, as my poetry often features birds and their songs.This April I have been letting my writing go as loose as it felt right with lots of freeform and bits of prose thrown in. Today I thought I’d take a break and go for a haiku,Continue reading “Listen”
Symphony of the Glen
Today we are asked to try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there. We should sink into the sound of our location and use a conversational tone, incorporating slant rhymes (near or off-rhymes, like “angle” and “flamenco”) into our poem. For an extraContinue reading “Symphony of the Glen”
No winds blow here
April 9. Day nine of NaPoWriMo 2025 and we are tested with the task of writing a work that rhymes but does not follow a set pattern or form. Today I took an online visit to the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, USA and looked at the Birdcase exhibition (yes, I know it should beContinue reading “No winds blow here”
Mr Anthracite
When Mr An-thra-Cite is in town,The air falls to its knees in praise.The trees,Lower their limbs,Cover their leaves andAvert their gaze,As he takes to his stage.Dressed in the finest of ebony silk,He gleams resplendent.Such stature, such panache,So much elegance,Not a hint of “flash”.He is the maestro of the treetops,Dusk’s dazzling Diva,His notes can split clouds,PierceContinue reading “Mr Anthracite”
Norfolk morning
Owls, hidden in acorn laden oaks,Speak a soothing, soft goodnight to each otherAs the sunrise, that only I and the farmer greet,Suggests the bright night stars should sleep. The gentle rolling simmer of ochre pigeon chatter,Is occasionally broken by the staccato scratches dispatched by fire-grate painted pheasants.Hares scuttle through the sharp spikes of fadingContinue reading “Norfolk morning”
Missives & Musings 