NaPoWriMo day 14. Claustrophobic Sympathetic pleasantriesplucked out from the rootground into half-syllablesfit for a bestiary - I suppose this is all that's leftwe've run out of ballastto sink our teeth into.Sometimes, maybeyou even miss the excitementof rushed exchangesrushed hellos and goodbyesrushed everything.It will please you to know,my ribcage has becomeclaustrophobic.
“Illicit Unattainable Love”
So it's Friday the 13th again. Well, as I was saying once before, poetry does go well with Friday the 13th. Today's prompt for NaPoWriMo was to write a ghazal; I've written an approximation of a ghazal once before, for last year's NaPoWriMo. I was hoping this year's experiment would turn out better, but I'm …
Some Matters of Romance
Today's poetry prompt has to do with homophonic translations, but since I've already played with that in my writing rookie past thanks to my quirky and lovely tutors *nods in the general direction of Peter Blegvad's awesomeness*, I've decided to do something else. Something I've never written before, a sapphic poem. It's not great, but …
Some Memories
A brilliant prompt for NaPoWriMo today: Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem of the five senses. Pick an experience that is very sensory, and of which you have a strong sense memory — like hearing a train whistle, jumping into a rain puddle, catching that first whiff of lilac on a spring day, …
A Not-So-Well-Rounded Roundel
Well now, here we are on day ten of the NaPoWriMo challenge. Today, I decided to challenge myself to write a roundel, which turned out to be a much more difficult task than I would've thought. Coming up with precisely eleven lines of poetry written in that form took me more than an hour. And …
The In-Tension of Spring
Lo and behold, the last of the first week of NaPoWriMo is upon us! Today's prompt was, and I'm sure you will agree with me, absolutely brilliant: Go outside. That’s about it. Take a walk, on this lovely Sunday. Or a drive. (Or if it’s not lovely where you are at all, maybe just remember …
The Many Shades of Blue
Today's prompt was to write a colour-tinged poem. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, I chose blue. Blue is my favourite colour, and also the colour which I find most expressive and most inspiring. So, without further ado, here is my poem for day seven of NaPoWriMo: Blue Where one world stops and another begins The sky is tied in blue …
On Serenity and Resignation
NaPoWriMo day six. Serenity Those sidewalks - today They remind me Of lies instead of caresses. They are grey and empty. No one misses them. Things are as they should be. I am content. No more Cheating, no more Throwing about of Complacencies. I am done Trying to disentangle The future from the entrails Of …
On Stuff that Breaks
The fifth poem for NaPoWriMo is dedicated to the thousand and one things that have been going wrong in my life. Broken Things Nothing to be done - Some things, when they break, Can't be glued back together. They shatter into an infinity Of dust particles, winds carry Them away, they get stuck In the …
No Smoke without Fire
NaPoWriMo day three. Today's prompt was to go ahead and pen an epithalamium, but I just wasn't up for the task, I'm afraid. Today was not a day for celebration. So I went and played with another form of poetry instead, the tanka, a traditional Japanese form that requires the poem to have 5 - …
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