NAPOWRIMO 29 To be back home: A review

To be back home: A review

A
bit was
left behind in

Southampton.
It's sinking
Into sumptuous sofas.

It's
owner fears
leakage, numerous dangers.

Of
a truant
piece of heart.

The
quandary touches
me, you relate.

The
times that
generate such memories.

Will
understandbly demand
a happy sacrifice.

NAPOWRIMO 28 From there to now

From there to now

I have crossed the hump

Exploring the liminal

I won't look back, heard

Of salty transmutation 

Skipping free, new horizons

NAPOWRIMO 27 Quake

Taxi

arrives I 

jump in. Like

most 

mornings my

driver is Nepalese.
I 
want to 

say something to

express 

my sorrow 

my solidarity for

whatever 

loss he

feels. Words fail.

He

speaks hesitantly,

Have you seen

The

news? My

Country? The earthquake?

He 

pours fourth.

That his family

are 

safe, but

many souls lost

Eighteen 

Everest dead

as mountains moved.

Of 

Cultural treasures 

reduced to rubble.

I 

realised he

didn't need my

words

trite, condolences 

just a vessel

to

capture his

own cascading grief

NAPOWRIMO 26 Bob

B is for Bob

I am Bob

So named because 

B is for Bob

B is *hopefully* for benign 

C is for complex ovarian cyst 

D is for Dr GOOGLE 

Who is not your friend 

As a complex ovarian cyst 

I consists of both fluid and solid

Am I?

Dermoid; a piece of tooth 

Flap of skin 

Endometrial; sludgy, old blood. 

Growing outside the womb.

Cystadenoma: watery mucous.

Rupture and twist.

Hemorrhagic; blood vessels breach.

Ultrasound, CT scan,

35 mm by 35 mm

As I grow 

So does your panic

Then poof...

I dissappear 

All that perfectly good worry 

Wasted

B is for Bob 

B is for bastard

NAPOWRIMO 25 A Jenny by any name

A Jenny by any name.

Troglodytes Troglodytes

She flits around, is always flighty.

Are we surprised at little Jen's

Fitting, flitting Latin name for wren.

Little Jenny wren is jiggly 

Like a fruit, not worm wriggly 

She'd rather nom a pomegranate 

Than the tastiest invertebrates on the planet.

NAPOWRIMO 24 Wordsworth fail me

Wordsworth fail me.

I WANDERED lonely as a shopping trolley.

That sinks low in pond and stream,

When all at once I saw a volley,

Of traffic cones a vibrant team;

Besides the bottles, beneath the debris

In disbelief my tears run free.

NAPOWRIMO 23 Mythic Tarot

Mythic Tarot

High Priestess, cow eyed,

ethereal, pale 

skinned, dark hair hangs

free. Grasp narcissus, symbol 

of your abduction, bejeweled

pomegranate, a

bargaining chip between two 

opposing forces. Peril 

unless you negotiate 

Mother love and destiny

NAPOWRIMO 22 How doees your window box grow

How does your window box grow.

I was dubious.

Courgettes were lingering, seeds

seemed dormant, sulking

petulant toddlers.Peek-a

boo. Sprouting proud, majestic.

NAPOWRIMO 21 Erased

Erased

Obliterated 

Only a shadow, behind 

this photograph.

A shadow, dead mothers become.

In her eyes. I am not there.

*erasure poem from The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

NAPOWRIMO 20

Surrender

I know about the

wisdom of surrender, not

martially, laying 

ones arms, laying down troubles

in the lap of the goddess.

NAPOWRIMO 19 ‪#‎yesallwomen‬

‪#‎yesallwomen‬

Not all men, your accusation plain.

Still, women need stragetise when sitting on a train.

NAPOWRIMO 18 Scales of judgement.

Scales of judgement.

Hurry, scurry, throw 

on your clothes make sure it's your 

light weight top. Quick grab

your book, get jogging to class.

It will soon be judgement time.

A message of doom.

Or a chance to rejoice as

you step on the scales.

The tidings they .bare, don't give

into despair, a measure...

Of weight not your worth.

NAPOWRIMO 17 FEED ME!

FEED ME!

My old friend is named

Itch. We spray seashells with

gold paint.  Tells me how 

mermaids make waves in the sea.

We try pole dancing. Life's too short.

NAPOWRIMO 16 Whistable, more than just oysters!

Whistable, more than just oysters!

This is the day we had an adventure.

Carefully all of our options were weighed.

A sea side day trip, not a grand gesture.

Whistable, famous for its oyster trade.

Our destination for our loves long day.

Carefully all our options were weighed.

Followed by the sadest street display.

Three ninjas drum as we bimbled along.

Our destination for our loves long day.

Antique and thrift shops were where people throng.

Bewildered by the clamour of the drums.

Three ninjas drum as we bimbled along.

Sought out a sanctuary, parked our bums.

A spot of light lunch, and safe place to harbour.

Bewildered by the clamour of drums.

I spy with my little eye, I then spy a little harder.

Eyes widen, guffaw loudly I choke on,

A spot of light lunch, and a safe harbour.

A poster for 'strumming' a ukuathon.

This is the day we had an adventure 

Eyes widened, guffaw loudly I choke on.

A seaside trip, not a grand gesture.

NAPOWRIMO15 Going Steady

Dear poetry it

would seem that Tanka

and I are going steady.

Other forms seem to cause stressed / unstressed stress, had clu.msy feet.

NAPOWRIMO 14 A dialogue

A dialogue will

not illustrate difference.

We are two pitch black

angels.  Shining light in the

inky spaces, when wobbling.

'Can you take a call

tomorrow a woman will ring

about a reference;

just for a voluntary job

running a karaoke'.

It's for disabled

adults, I give a glowing reference.

Then ring you at lunch

'You are a div, which I know

Is not pc but we are... '

'Both fully fledged

card carrying crips who can

reclaim language used

to disparage people with

disabilities...div why?'

'You forgot to say

that you volunteered with me

for four years doing

music workshops with teens

when you were my volunteer'

'I did mention it'

We talk about random

little things, growing

chives and the joys of being

able to spiralise veg.

My heart aches that no

more, when my heart is inky

will we sit at the

wobbling table, ladies who

stare at green tea contrails

Finding solace in

it and each other no need

to fill the silence

just shine dim light and see

a metaphor in that table

NAPOWRIMO 13 Promise

What can break before being used?

Be empty before being unwrapped?

Like a baby easy to make,

Harder to deliver.

NAPOWRIMO 12 Call me Ishmael

Call me Ishmael*

White turbid wake; pale 

waters. Diver sun goes down 

warm waves blush like wine.

Lovely light, illuminates 

not me, damned in paradise.

*so tired couldn't conjure my own prose but saw a lovely sunset driving along the coast so shamelessly borrowed from Melville.