The Lady of the Moor

NaPoWriMo Day 22. Today’s poem is inspired by a prompt by NaPoWriMo on day 18 which was to try to write a ruba’i which is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening uses this rhyme scheme. Not sure how successful it is but it felt like I should try something a bit gothic so here goes

The Lady of the Moor

In the ruins on a clear winter’s night
when the moon is full and bright
it’s said there appears the ghostly sight
of the Lady of the Moor

Upon her head sits a braided crown
long silver hair flowing down
covering a near translucent gown
she searches for love that cannot be found. Continue reading “The Lady of the Moor”

My Magic Box

NaPoWriMo Day 21 and today’s poem is called My Magic Box, after Kit Wright’s The Magic Box. I wrote this some time ago but have reworked it a little so I think I can count it in project NaPoWriMo 2014.

 My Magic Box

I will put into the box
the stuff that disappointments are made from,
missed opportunities brought about by fear,
the heavy burden of guilt that follows no logic.

I will put into the box
my failings as a mother, lover, daughter
black hearted words that fell so easily from my tongue,
my father’s dying breath

I will put into the box
dark thoughts that paralyse me with self-loathing,
days when I am blighted by inexplicable sadness,
feelings of loss for something that was never there.

I will put into the box
the red hot pain of betrayal
the purple sting of failure
and the green poison of envy.

My box is made of basalt reinforced with titanium and steel
with a hole big enough for me to push through the key once locked,
to keep it so forever

I will bury my box under a mountain
and leave it to lie undiscovered for all time
so that I may never have to face again
the source of my inadequacies.

Gentle Spring

NaPoWriMo Day 16. Over the half way mark now. Today’s poem is called Gentle Spring. I thought I’d write something inspired by the lovely weather we’re having at the moment. Although I’m not much of a gardener I do love the sight of spring flowers, the first butterflies and the big fat bumble bees when they crash into my conservatory windows. They’re so huge they’re not even in the slightest bit stunned. Marvelous. Anyway here it is. It’s called Gentle Spring

Gentle Spring

Chilled mornings

clinging on to winter

give way to almost summer

as the day moves on. Continue reading “Gentle Spring”

Two Cuppas.

NaPoWriMo Day 14. Today’s poem is called Two Cuppas. It’s a sort of story in a poem and it’s written after after Roddy Doyle’s, Two Pints which is a very funny book about the conversations had between two men who meet regularly for a pint in a Dublin pub.

Two Cuppas 

Did you hear about Christina’s eldest?

Which one is that then?


Is that the one with the orange face?

She’s always been headstrong that one.

Big hair? Continue reading “Two Cuppas.”