After a few days of exhaustion, and feeling like I'm just barely pulling through with the NaPoWriMo challenges, I'm finally getting some of that mojo back! For day 8, the prompt called that we write a poem making use of some specialist jargon, and I went all out! My sardonic researcher persona came through, and …
NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Day 7
The second week of NaPoWriMo is almost upon us, and here I am, trying really hard to hold on! For day 7, the prompt was to write a poem about what we would give to ourselves or others, and that just meant another whimsical piece for me. Wish List An old house in a quiet …
NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Day 6
Today's prompt was to write a poem of possibilities, and, feeling rather whimsical tonight, I decided to do one about – A Tarot Reading Temperance – holding the scales, she tells of balance yet to be achieved, because the Queen of Swords now holds the stage, eyes shooting daggers. The Sun is out of her …
NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo 2019: Day 4
Today I have found it particularly difficult to gather my thoughts into a poem, but somehow I've done it. The prompt for day 4 was to write a sad poem in simple words, and maybe use a sonnet structure in the process. One-sided Conversation I was on the bus when I saw your email. You …
A Dialogue Postcard
The Pyromaniac and the Salamander You burn me. They say if you die in flames, your shadow burns with you and so you may not enter heaven. I am heaven. I burn you because I am incandescent, in me you have your greatest wishes fulfilled. Desire scorches but it does not crease the soul. You …
Riddle on a Postcard
Had lots of fun coming up with a riddle for day thirteen of NaPoWriMo! I won't give out the answer straight away though! So read it and leave me your guesses in the comments! ;( Riddle Me This Hunt me, chop me, boil me, fry me, to summon good fortune you must kill my rush. …
Another Double Post
Hopefully, this will be the last time when I have to make up for one "skipped" day in the NaPoWriMo scheme. For yesterday's poem in Sapphics, a sequence inspired by this rather uncanny 1951 New Yorker cover: Stage Fright With a jump, the monster was there, beside her: in their seats, the viewers were dancing …
Catching Up on the Postacrds
Finally, the inevitable happened: I skipped a day. Which, considering it was the first time in 39 days consecutive days of writing a poem on a postcard a day, it's not too bad. I am, however, making up for the blip today, with both a calligram for day nine of NaPoWriMo, and an abecedarian poem …
A Postcard for the Greedy
Buy and Sell Gold trappings to keep the congress of our masks in place - one only puts so much wealth into heartbreak as one can afford to lose. Behind the treasure, little dark slits mark the uselessness of looking, and noticing. Like indigenous puppets, whose bare eye sockets exorcise misfortune, so we place our …
A Postcard for the Flighty Ones
For day six of NaPoWriMo, of course. Morning Birds I could have chosen to close my eyes against the budding sun, to plunge back into the sedate chaos of improbabilities fuelled by your nest-like warmth. But I could not ignore the expectant taps if your heart, so clearly audible with only the thin calls of …
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