Wednesday, 6 April 2022

#napowrimo2022 #day6 #wordsbreathelife




Words Breathe Life

Out, lost in the middle
of a literary mythos
the silent woman or hushed? Reduced to
ash, yet your verses remain firebrands.
I was kindled,
rise bright phoenix, generations fly
with you, scarlet, gold, and blazing
my understanding is fruitful
red poems opportunities for reinvention,
hair untamed a rewilded woman.
And you are so much more
I see you sneer at peanut-crunchers,
eat, consuming everything but ridiculous
men who understand nothing,
like you’re a teenage rite of passage insubstantial as
air, willfully ignorant, that your words breathe life.

Tuesday, 5 April 2022

#napowrimo2022 #day5 #embrassingproblems

The question seldom addressed is where Medusa had snakes. Underarm hair is an even more embarrassing problem when it keeps biting the top of the deodorant bottle.

Terry Pratchett Soul Music

Embarrassing Problems

Perusing the aisles

in Tesco. Aerosol or

roll on? The hissing

serpents wheeze when particles

are sprayed, a toxic hazard.


Trolley boys duck and

cover, so potential for

five fingered discount!

Emboldened, sinful serpents

Indicate Sure Cotton Dry.

 
Medusa, ponders

the problems of single-use

plastics and wonders

how hard it might be to make

your own? Vows to Google search.

Monday, 4 April 2022

#NaPoWriMo2022 #day4 #poetryischildsplay


Poetry is child's play

1. Befriend people with small children.
2. Become bestest faux Aunty, have pockets full of interesting rocks and ribbons.
3. Regularly offer to take small people to park or other nature based activity .
4. DO NOT walk too fast.
5. Get down on small people's level, see through their eyes. Borrow their wonder.
6. Observe how smalls invent language, steal like a baby, listen, babble, repeat, become fluent. 
7. Invent words, devise meaning, forget dusty dictionaries dictated by dour dudes. 
8. Be playful, love a little 
aliteration, take on tongue twisters, savour how words sound and relish the feel on teeth and lips.
9. Share excitedly with no thought of rejection, share safe in the knowledge that everything you produce is good enough. 
10. Scribble your verses down on pretty pastel pages, annotate in the margins, let creativity bleed through the page like cheap felt tips. Proudly gift poems to people to exhibit on their fridge.

Sunday, 3 April 2022

#NaPoWriMo2022 #day3 #IRiseAbove


Of prompt today, with another tiny Tanka, a) because I am off adventuring and b) I've been on the gin and the glossa seems too complicated for my lil socially lubricated brain to manage. 

"Every day… Every day, I rise above it, the things people say. I walk into a room or down a street, and I see the way people look at me, and the things they say, and I rise above, because I trained myself to'.

Anne Lister 

To sit at her desk.
Think of her rising above. 
How her example 
inspired countless others,
nothing is impossible.

Saturday, 2 April 2022

#NaPoWriMo2022#day2#Honk


Honk

GLACITATE, like an
enraged goose, for Gods' alone
know our words are not
working. Terrorise MP's,
mischievous beaks, fury.

Friday, 1 April 2022

#NaPoWriMo2022#day1#TheBodyTheBrain


The Body. The Brain.

It's all in your head, they said. I ruminated whilst drinking coffee, reading poems and half listening to a conspiracy theorist elucidate on the Will slap (apparently Hollywood is all paedos and vaccine pushers and its all a distraction from Bidden's laptop).

They reckon its all in MY head. Let's break that down. Of course it's in my head. It's a fucking neurological disorder.

NEUROLOGICAL as in of and relating to the brain.  

I don't know about you but I keep my brain in my head. Mumma nature gave me a handy, dandy skull case to carry it in. 

Despite all my attempts to bash it in over the years, throwing my body down stairs, or head butting fire extinguishers. It's held up pretty well.

Oh that's not what you mean? You think it's pschomalogikal? What all Freudian, saying one thing and meaning your mother! Ah the arm chair psychiatrists, who got their degrees from Google, but haven't quite realised that bodies of knowledge get up dated and terms like conversion disorder, psychogenic, psychomatic are harmful, stigmatising. People stop reading at psycho.  

You're making it up, faking it up. Crack open a text book, amateur and medical professional alike. Open your minds , learn. 

Each day we gain more knowledge about how the body and brain are connected.  

The FND brain and body are wired a little bit wonky. Hardware working but software is glitching. Each day science progresses a little bit more, while there's no quick fix, magic bullet or cure, I can tell you what helps. Believe us, trust its all real, each day; pain, fatigue, seizures, fog.  

I implore let's keep our brains in our heads. Educate yourself rather than risk talking out your arse.