NaPoWriMo day twenty seven. For poem number twenty seven I have gone with today’s NaPoWriMo suggested prompt to write a hay(na)ku. The hay(na)ku is, apparently, a variant on the haiku. To quote NaPoWriMo “A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, andContinue reading “Going Out”
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Listen
NaPoWriMo Day 29. Penultimate day, can’t give up now – there is an end in sight. Today’s poem is called Listen Listen Listen There are ghosts scratching at the door, bleeding through the walls and rising through the floorboards. Weary bodies press against the window. Cold air streams through the keyhole wrapping itself around you.Continue reading “Listen”
This is how we bond
NaPoWriMo Day 24 and today’s poem is called This is how we bond. This is how we bond. The first time we meet I notice your lips and eyes crease into a smile, your shoulders are loose, your palms open and
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”
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.”
First Date
“My mother sometimes loved me” he says, “well that is to say she loved me when it suited her. She was not an affectionate woman, not affectionate at all. As a matter of fact she could be quite unkind.” “I’m sorry to hear that” I reply, “mothers should always be kind to their children.” “YesContinue reading “First Date”
Tremors
I ask again “Is it too late?” She looks at me but she’s not looking at me. Eyes, swollen levees, hold back the floods. Dark circles frame dewy lashes, sleep a long forgotten luxury.
Hazel Ward 