#NaPoWriMo2025 #Day8 #GhazalForLu

Ghazal for Lu

From the pages of a fantasy novel, I fell into your arms,

You were powerless to resist my ample charms.

Through every storm, your hearts been my shore,

A safe harbour, where I feel loved evermore.

You drive me everywhere but never up the bend,

You're always happy to help out our friends.

You brought us together when Covid stalked the land,

Three generations now under a lantern roof that's quite grand.

You've always grounded me in all the right ways,

Devoted your wifelet will remain all her days.

#NaPoWriMo #Day8 #Ghosting

 

Ghosting

I would have

had this end differently;

a reconciliation or 

at least a tumultuous explosion

that lit up  the sky

rather than the pitiful

indoor fireworks,

 a disappointing pop, puff of acrid smoke.

It fizzled out uninspiringly  

a pale shade ghosting,

hidden under 

lightly used bedsheets

an extroverted people pleaser

an introvert gasping 

for the middle ring.

Maybe it was doomed

to fail, but do I regret

our paths co-joining?

No, I’ve enjoyed 

meandering a few turns

around the wheel,

the people we spoke to, 

lessons we learned, not least

how not to uncouple.

#napowrimo2022 #day8 #shortismysuperpower

Short is my superpower

My students dubbed me

SMOL (small and adorable),

short is my superpower.

Don’t call on me for painting ceilings,

but skirting boards, I’m your gal,

no back-breaking but a great bum shuffle.

When I am the grateful recipient of a lift

I require no seat adjustment,

look I have acres of room.

At concerts I am pushed to the front,

hold my hand I’ll take you with me,

dodge and weave, thank you, thank you.

Paying adult prices for adult shoes?

I don’t think so and by happy chance,

I love unicorns, rainbows, and butterflies.

Should we get intimate, close, and cosy,

you bet I make a great little spoon,

I warn you now though I snore, and hog covers.

It’s often been said, great things come

in small packages (like arsenic)  

I will always lend a hand with irksome issues.

#shade #NaPoWriMo2021#day8

Shade

You might think

crossing over, entering

the universal consciousness

would bring you closer to

the allignment of love.

Apparently not!

I still consel young women,

not to put too much faith

in men. "We've all got one

arsehole in our knickers.

Don't rush to add another one".

Grave dirt dished.

Offering sage advice.

I think things do become

A little clearer

this side of the veil.

I can see my own truisms.

I can see my own lies 

Depression did for me.

I believed those toxic,

brain weasels. Telling me

the world was better off

without me in it.

It felt real at the time.

Bastard hindsight is 20/20.

I knew when they couldn't

close the doors of the chapel

how loved I was.

Friends, family, teapot tribe,

all filed in, but not all had seats.

I don't sleep, under a hill.

I witness rock bottoms.

I prompt phone a sponsor.

I urge find a meeting

So it's not all in vain.

As a shade I shine solace.

PROMPT: Write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.

IMAGE CREDIT: Jenny Luddington - Kensal Green Cemetery