Thursday 25 April 2024

#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”.



Wednesday 24 April 2024

#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.


Tuesday 23 April 2024

#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.


 

Monday 22 April 2024

#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. 


 

Sunday 21 April 2024

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day 21 #Purple


Purple


Purple tights that fit, which

seemed such a splurge, but

no longer feel a luxury,

a bared legged necessity.


Purple the bruise on her breast,

that on closer inspection,

is not a contusion,

but a tie dye related accident.


Purple the altar cloth,

the amethyst, the silk bag

wrapping her oracular tools,

paraphernalia of a priestess.


Purple in the Pride flag,

symbolising spirit, once reserved

for monarchs and emperors, from

boiled down Phoenician sea snails.


Purple a little indulgence,

regal wrapper for chocolate, 

that I nibble, plotting shenanigans

for when I am older and only wear…


Purple. 

Saturday 20 April 2024

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day20 #GinCraze




Gin Craze

Monks fiery distillation,
a potent medicinal tonic, in days
where drinking the water would kill you.
Warded against plague.
Black beaks stuffed with juniper to cure every malady;
from coughs and colds, to strains, and sprains.
Dutch courage and Mothers Ruin, 
raise the bottle, pour liberal libations,
to the outcast dead
"May you never thirst Goose".


Friday 19 April 2024

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day19 #whathuntsme




 What hunts me?  


Politicians, who
scapegoat those marginalised
communities, now
they’re coming for disabled,
crusade on sicknote culture.