Reorganisation

She lived happily ever after
She did – Though it took some rearrangements

She fired the duck
that had grown razor blade teeth
to protect its ducklings

She released the hare
who stood so tall
when her leverets were threatened
that she blocked the sun

She laid off the lioness
who had learned to
whisper sweet nothings to
distract the enemy who aimed at her cub

She lived happily ever after
She did – after hiring new staff

She employed a duck
to flap its wings
and quack sweet nothings

She hired a hare
to run
at full speed
when circumstances required it

She engaged a lioness
with sharp claws
mighty paws
and a loud roar
to play with her cub

She lived happily ever after
She did – A force to be reckoned with

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The prompt for #NaPoWriMo day 10 was to write a portrait. I had this one ready for tomorrow, when I’m away all day and won’t be able to write or post. But my tummy bug is still bugging me and this poem kind of fit the prompt, so I decided to be lazy.

Bowels vowels

Bowls in my bowels
I can hear them roll
the shots getting nearer to the jack
with every turn

The suggestion for #NaPoWriMo day 9 is to write a nine line poem. I’m feeling ill today and decided 4 is enough 🙂 Bowls or lawn bowls is a sport in which the objective is to roll biased balls so that they stop close to a smaller ball called a “jack”.

In my opinion “biased balls” is a poem all by itself.

We’ve bought a car

We’ve bought a car
A car!
I’m trying to learn its name
so when people ask
what type of car
I don’t have to answer “black”

We’ve bought a car
A car!
It smells of new car
and I must admit
that smell makes me want to take my bike

Not the car
A car!
An environmental sin
a treacherous luxury
a source of senseless worry

Will someone scratch the car?
Will I wreck the car?
His car
He bought a car
Not me

#NaPoWriMo day 8 suggested to write a poem with repetition. After reading the example they provided, Edgar Allen Poe’s The bells I desperately wanted to write a masterpiece. Preferably about a word I love. I wrote this instead 🙂 Please do read Poe’s poem, it’s brilliant!

Fortuitous finds

There’s a ball underneath the remote control
and I wonder how I got there
I try every possible explanation I can think of
but will never guess
it was put there
by a rubber spider man glove
filled with leftover grains of sand
and a lego dragon I’ve longed for
for over a year

I decide to write this down
with a pencil found behind a box with my administration
that has been standing in the living room for 11 months now
I would love it if I found my old cd player in there
the Philips cd 104
one of the very first models
a hand me down from my parents when they bought a new one
Instead I find a memory of drinking coffee in a small, quiet place
surrounded by beauty

But how do I fit in a pea
found in the left boot of my pair of boots
that still have a stale smell of beer
from that one day a year that I wear them to a festival?
Or the tractor that may or may not have been left behind at a brewery
when we went there to have dinner?
And a two headed chicken bought in Guatemala?

There’s no way I’ll leave my memories behind.

Today’s prompt on napowrimo.net was to write a fortuitous poem. We got the following instructions for extra help –>

Create the following lists:
1. List 1 – 3 random objects. (Smaller tends to be better.)
2. List 1 – 3 random but specific locations. (Think in the cookie jar, or under my seat…)
3. List 1 – 2 objects you’ve lost and a few notes on their back-story.
4. List 1- 2 objects you’ve found and few notes on their back-story.
Now, choosing an object from List 1, a location from List 2, and connect them in a poem with ideas from Lists 3 & 4 and Voilà! A fortuitous poem!

Dim

Pixels, organised in rows and columns
Charcoal, pushed by dark and light
Acrylics, messily patterned by colour

I still don’t know what she thinks

Today’s prompt on napowrimo.net: “I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view.”

I looked around my room for inspiration, and noticed a drawing I worked on yesterday. It is based on a picture, and I’ve also painted her. Writing this poem made me realise what’s missing.

Juna Lady Charcoal

Juna Lady picture

Cavities

there’s a well trodden path
of things I don’t talk about

every thought a footstep
wearing the soil of my brain
increasing subsidence

no bottom in sight
an intricate pattern
a labyrinth – no exit

I need diamonds
on the soles of my shoes

Today’s prompt at napowrimo.net was write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often. I ended up here. #NaPoWriMo day 5 is done!

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Obscure, ancient origins
frames made of wood

bars struck by mallets
made of willow wood
spoon-like bowls

Each bar an idiophone

Wikipedia articles are full of poetry. You just need to wipe out a lot of the words 🙂 Today’s prompt was to write a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle.

You can solve the riddle by taking the title of the poem and substituting each letter with the letter that comes before it in the alphabet.

Hope is dead

We used to laugh togetherdownload
losing control
losing our breath

We used to sleep together
shared the same bed
shared the same dreams

We used to be together
without even realising
without even worrying

that one day
I might stop
feeding you
and you
would
die

The prompt for #NaPoWriMo day 3 was to write about someone who died and choose a peculiarity of them to focus on. I couldn’t, so I wrote this instead. It’s a true story.

Kitchen confidential

Grab the curls of a golden idol
Let them soak overnight
Take the eyeballs from an actor
Sauté them on low heat
Remove the vocabulary from a lawyer
Add it, gently stirring
Drain the anger from a wolf
Poor it in, drop by drop

When all comes to a boil
throw in the stone of life

I tried
I tried again

I cursed
I tried again

I prayed
I tried again

I spilled my blood on the earth
I tried again

I sold my soul
I tried again

Nothing

The prompt for #NaPoWriMo Day 2 suggested we’d write a recipe. It made me look through previous years. I remember using a cook book for found poetry: Per Person: 1/2 cook. I thought I’d done a recipe before, but that turned out to be a charm: Nine, ten, try again.

I bet

I bet
when a black dog
is depressed
it has a white man
hovering
in its head

To bark or not to bark
that’s not
a friggin’ question!

It’s National Poetry Month again! This poem is loosely based on the first prompt on napowrimo.net. Day 1. Happy reading and writing everybody!