NaPoWriMo Day 23 and today’s poem is called From a Mother
From a Mother
Do not be afraid
to walk in this world:
you have already
earned your place
and it is full of possibilities. Continue reading “From a Mother”
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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”
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.
NaPoWriMo Day 20 and today’s poem is called The Garden
The Garden
Today I saw children playing
in the garden, the one I see
as my train pulls into the station;
the one that looks empty
but not quite abandoned; Continue reading “The Garden”
NaPoWriMo Day 19 and today’s poem is called Sleepless, actually written at roughly three-thirty this morning. Is the NaPoWriMo thing beginning to get to me I wonder?
Sleepless
It’s one-thirty in the morning
and I’m lying here eyes open
trying not to think about
things I shouldn’t think about
two-thirty in the morning and
the tune inside my head is Continue reading “Sleepless”
NaPoWriMo Day 18 and today’s poem is called Loan Sharks.
Loan Sharks
Sharks swim in the ocean
eating fishes in the sea.
So why are there sharks
biting you and me? Continue reading “Loan Sharks.”
NaPoWriMo Day 17 and today’s poem is called Manhood.
Manhood
Begrudgingly, you allow a peck.
I squeeze your giant frame
and we both feel discomfort.
Me because I miss that small, vulnerable being
who placed his hand in mine
and walked with me through magic worlds; Continue reading “Manhood”
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”
NaPoWriMo Day 15. Today’s poem is called Commuters and was inspired by my trip to London today.
Commuters
We sit across tables
hunched over screens
tippy tap, tippy tap Continue reading “Commuters”
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?
Katrina.
Is that the one with the orange face?
She’s always been headstrong that one.
Big hair? Continue reading “Two Cuppas.”