NaPoWriMo Day 11 and today’s poem is called Here Come the Hens Here Come the Hens Here come the hens, here come the hens. High heels clack, clack, clacking in time to the rhythm of suitcases stuffed with slogan t-shirts and pink tutus
Author Archives: Hazel Ward
I appear to have drunk a little too much
NaPoWriMo Day 10 and I’m a bit of a roll. Surely this has cured my writers block? Today’s poem is again stream of consciousness: it seemed the right way to go with this one. I appear to have drunk a little too much I am an empty husk harvested too early the night is stillContinue reading “I appear to have drunk a little too much”
Food Bank
NaPoWriMo Day 9. Today’s poem has a more serious tone which is probably a bit more relevant to British readers but hopefully readers from the wider world we see where I’m coming from. If you’re not from the UK you may not know that food banks are a relatively new phenomenon here but one thatContinue reading “Food Bank”
Big Hair / Seventies Dude
NaPoWriMo Day 8 and the latest poem is slightly more surreal and stream of consciousness. Big Hair/ Seventies Dude To my surprise this morning I wake up and find I’ve turned into a seventies dude with big hair wide flares and a skinny jacket with giant lapels I pull on my platform shoes and takeContinue reading “Big Hair / Seventies Dude”
We Are She
NaPoWriMo Day 7. Here’s another poem prompted by the NoPoWriMo site but inspired by a poet I had never heard of before, the late Gwendolyn Brooks. Here’s Gwendolyn’s poem, it’s called We Real Cool We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.Continue reading “We Are She”
Buddhas in the Park
Day 6 of NaPoWriMo and here’s the next poem. I got this idea from the NaPoWriMo website. It suggested writing a poem with the last word of each line being a word from another poem. One of the suggested poems to use as the original was a poem called Watermelons by Charles Simic. Here is is WatermelonsContinue reading “Buddhas in the Park”
Pressing The Flesh
Day 5 and yet another instalment of NaPoWriMo. Pressing the flesh “Lesson one Get out there; be visible; look ‘em in the eye; flash ‘em a smile; press the flesh.”
Shit
Day 4 and the next instalment of NaPoWrimo. This is for everyone who wakes up to the reality that they’ve been sold down the line one way or another. There’s a lot of it about lately. Shit Sold on the false economy of your promises I believed you were true. Hooked on the desire for honestyContinue reading “Shit”
Turn it down
Day 3 of NaPoWriMo and here is poem number 3 – part rant, part poem & hastily pulled together between day job, visit to the hairdresser and daily commute. Turn it down The world is full of people so loud you wouldn’t believe how they invade my space with their hundred decibel voices like foghorns
On Meditation
Day Two of NaPoWriMo and here’s poem number two. It is especially for my dearest Rachel who thinks I can only write depressing things. I have always liked the idea of meditation but have never been able to empty my mind sufficiently to do it successfully. Maybe I’ll try doing this. I do have a recurring dreamContinue reading “On Meditation”
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