#NaPoWriMo2024 #day28 #verdant

 

Verdant

Plans to picnic revised. Water saturates, more rain looms.

Multitudes of hues, every shade of verdant green.

Our reward for venturing out on rainy afternoon.

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day27 #thebedofthecouple

 

The Bed Of The Couple

Green woods, bluebell carpets underfoot, where

you can imagine Church men wincing to

see the season celebrated. Lovers

trysting; two intwining as one, startling

wood pigeons.  Mossy beds look inviting.

Feel a little voyeuristic, but the

couple are oblivious to us, caught 

up in the season of sap rising, more 

energy, run through the Bel fires, cast

off what no longer serves – I vow that I

will no longer work excessively, love

myself, close that laptop, make more time for

things like “Welcome in the May oh – Summer

is a-comin’ in, winter’s gone away”.

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day26 #Girlsaloud

Proud, loud girls allowed

to write with might to power

cool to call him fool.

 

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day25 #Dipyourtoe

 

Dip your toe

Perfect happiness is having resources for adventures, friends and family to share it with. I fear dying alone.  I deplore my own need for external validation and I loathe hypocrisy.  I most admire my friend Sian, her grace, her courage under fire.  My beach hut is an extravagance but I love to share with friends.  Current mood is expansive and fulfilled, however surgical menopause means that can change like the weather.  I don’t think virtues overrated, though the trend for complaining about virtual signalling bothers me, if we done signal virtues how will they be shared.  Let your virtue sign like Batman’s searchlight so others can find you.  I try to be honest I think a gentle truth is better than a white like, but I lie on occasion about my pain and energy because I get sick of it.  I don’t love my hair it’s fine a flyaway and I think I’d like serpents and turning people to stone.  I don’t think I despise anyone but I don’t like cruelty or malice.  I like vulnerability in men and strength in women.  Methinks the term methinks is unpardonable.  Lu Lud is my greatest love, my rock and my safe harbour.  I’m happiest in a circle of women sharing.  I’d love to be able to thow a pot.  If I could change one thing about myself I would make it easier to be gentle on myself, rest more.  I’m proud to have achieved raising a fine young man.   When I die I would like to come back as a cat owned by my husband, I’ve had a luxurious live but I think Tink had just a sliver more (not that I am jealous).  I always long to live by the sea and maybe I’ll retire to warmer climes, but for now I am well satisfied with my beach hut.  I most treasure my phone to keep me connected, it doesn’t have to be new or or constantly upgraded but it’s my tether to the people who matter.  The lowest depth of misery is not knowing how much you’re loved, when you truly believe those you love would be better off without you, that is always a lie.  My favourite occupation was Youth Worker but community organiser and Blue Organiser have coming up close.  I think my most marked characteristic is my ability to listen to and connect people.  I value friends who show up.  I love Our Lady Sylvia Plath my favourite author, poet and muse.  My hero is Druss the Legend.  I identify with Margery Kemple loud, mystic writer who upset the status quo and the patriarchy would rather burn but had created her own authority.  A real life hero is Greta Thunberg, but she is like many young people, trying to make a change.  I love the secret names we gave ourselves Demi and Trinity (almost a life time ago).  I dislike liars and cheaters.  My greatest regret is a sadness that hurts too much to dwell too long on.  I want to die old and fat and surrounded by lots of grandchildren who have many happy memories of me.  My motto’s “Any act of goodness that I can do let me do it now for I may not pass this way again”.

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day24 #poetryonpescription

Poetry on Prescription

What’s the use of poetry?

You can say it’s self-indulgent, but

Poems have be more use to me

Than any anti-convulsant.

Not by preventing flashes

That’s not the right description.

Poetical explorations helped more

Than any doctors’ prescription.

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day23 #WonderWoman

Wonder Woman Wonder Woman

All the world is waiting for you…

Waiting for me?

Why can’t they do for themselves?

It’s that woman’s work is never done rigmarole.

The power I possess is more than my satin tights.

Little girls were inspired –

that they could rope truth.

The tragic irony was the lasso

was meant as allegory for feminine charm!

Yet little girls grow – made dizzy from spinning.

Patriarchy literally made them spew.

Eight decades and change

I still inspire them to be resilient and powerful.

 

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day22 #arockandahardplace

A rock and a hard place…

decided to end

their skirmish, and instead thought

to gang up on me.

My body and brain likewise

are at odds – feeling shattered.