NaPoWriMo day twenty and poem number twenty is called The Chiropodist… We talk of Italian shirts and Chinese food as he takes a knife to my feet and deftly slices away the effects of the city’s pavements. Alien corns are shown no mercy, toe nail clippings fly in all directions and my soles are buffedContinue reading “The Chiropodist”
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Water Song
NaPoWriMo day nineteen and here’s poem number nineteen. It’s called Water Song I cried a river Seems a strange thing to say But when I left you tonight I cried a small pond. Your mind went on a journey some time ago But the rest of you refused to follow. Tonight it came back for aContinue reading “Water Song”
Ugh
NaPoWriMo day eighteen and here’s poem number eighteen. I enjoyed myself a bit too much last night and woke up this morning in a similar state. It’s called Ugh… Ugh Head hurts Can’t lift it off the pillow Someone asks “Cup of tea?” Can’t speak Overnight tongue doubled in size Just nod “Ugh” Did theContinue reading “Ugh”
You Got Me
NaPoWriMo day eighteen. I had a night off last night to go chuffing and boozing with friends so this is poem number seventeen. It’s called You Got Me. This one has been written with Ghost Poet’s, Off Peak Dreams ear worming me all day, I can’t get it out of my head today. It’s calledContinue reading “You Got Me”
Mervyn Clutton the Bellybutton Glutton
NaPoWriMo day sixteen. Poem number sixteen is inspired indirectly by a young man called Harrison Baugh who likes to write about underworld creatures. It’s called Mervyn Clutton the Bellybutton Glutton Hello, my name is Mervyn Clutton. I live inside your bellybutton. I like to nestle in the fluff and wallow in the icky stuff thatContinue reading “Mervyn Clutton the Bellybutton Glutton”
Elegy for Dying Love
NaPoWriMo day fifteen. Poem number fifteen was inspired by a line I heard recently in a TV drama which I thought was such a sad line that I had to steal it for the first & part of the second line of this poem. The poem is called Elegy for a Dying Love… I amContinue reading “Elegy for Dying Love”
The Raconteur
NaPoWriMo day fourteen and here’s poem number fourteen. it’s called The Raconteur… Never thought you were much of a conversationalist until you spent the night with another woman and apparently just talked for seven hours without even going to bed or sleeping or anything I see you in a new light now
Red Tulip
NaPoWriMo day thirteen and here’s poem number thirteen inspired by the plentiful red tulips my garden waiting for their petals to open to the sun. It’s called Red Tulip… Red tulip. A floral film star striking an ingénue pose in the heady world of the spring garden. At the start of a burgeoning career petals are pulledContinue reading “Red Tulip”
Lullaby Lady
NaPoWriMo day twelve and here’s poem number twelve. It’s called Lullaby Lady Hush Baby hush, no more tears. You’ve cried enough to fill the day. Shush Baby shush, prick up your ears the Lullaby Lady is on her way. She’ll rock you gently in your bed singing to you low and sweet and softly kissContinue reading “Lullaby Lady”
I Am Still Me
NaPoWriMo day eleven and here’s poem number eleven. I have finally caught up. This is a bit of a sad one inspired by the death of the much loved Australian cricketer and commentator Richie Benaud. I have never been a cricket fan but, for reasons I won’t go into now, I did see aContinue reading “I Am Still Me”
Hazel Ward 