Monday, 30 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 30 - Randoms

Napowerimo 2018 / Day 30

Prompt - Write a poem based on random facts.


Random facts are fun!
Today at work I requested
some. My young people
did not disappoint. Here were
three of the best, enjoy!

Warfare, first recorded in
1374, during
Mongol conquests. Bodies of
plague victims catapulted.

Twenty three percent
of all photocopier
caused by people who
try to photocopy their
own butts.  Who confesses that?

Forrest Green Rovers,
almost one hundred percent
vegan.  No meat pies!
Team promoted for the first time.
Though players may sneak to Greggs.

Sunday, 29 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 29 - Sweet Rabbit

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 29

Prompt - Write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar.*

Original poem The Rabbit Catcher - Sylvia Plath 

*Again another busy day and another tired Napowrimo participant so I chose to do another erasure poem.

Sweet Rabbit

Saturday, 28 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 28 - It had been a really good day

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 28 - It had been a really good day

Prompt - Write a prose poem.

"It had been a really lovely day"*

Hitting the road at 8.30 am.  Latte in hand and a M&S salad for lunch as the interesting falafel wrap disapointingly had cheese in it.  I was choc full of excitement.  It portended to be a really lovely day.

Bustling with tables and cloths.  Dashing between tarot readers and jewellery sellers. Everyone hawking their services and wares.  We sat and looked at pictures and conjured words. We sat and showcased our chakras and our journeys.  We sat and reconnected with old friends and made some new.  I knew it was a really lovely day as by the end my words were coming out muddled and muddy. You kept saying you knew what I meant and you'd have made you stall fee 10 times over if you had a pound for every time you were asked where Postling was.  At various point my hands shook with glee it had been a really lovely day.

Home, rush to the The Range.  Looking for the disposable BBQ's of the Gods'.  Just as our ancestors used.  This would be our Bel Fires.  Hand to hand the circle was cast.  Lots for the May Queen.  Who chose her dashing cohort.

                      "May, May Queen of the May"

Gaggle of bemused and gawking teens watched on.  I've never seen a May Queen so excited to be crowned.  So regal bathed in moonlight.  I've never seen the (symbolic) Sacred Marriage so quickly consumated.  I think May, though chaste was very happy to be caught by her Forest Lord. 

Although it was very long it had been a really lovely day.

*As you can guess.  It has been a really lovely (and long day).  This rambling stream of conciousness poem was brought to you by a lil poet dead on her feet.  Beltane blessing to one and all X.

Friday, 27 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 27 - The Empress

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 27

Prompt - Write a poem using a tarot card as inspiration.

Mythic Tarot
The Empress

Fecund Goddess, swell
beneath your gown, fertile,
creative, ripening
the grain, poppies at your feet.
Citadel your diadem.

Mourning mother, your
darker aspect.  Punishing
Gods' and man, who take
What is not theirs to give. You
Withdraw your gifts, we see dread
Demeter, life denying.

 Liz Greene and Juliet Sharman-Burke

Wednesday, 25 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 26 - Sense of seizure

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 26

Prompt - Write a poem about senses.

Sense of seizure
I smell citrus, head
whips, frantically looking
for an orange.

I taste taurine. Weird
I could not describe until
I tried a red bull.

I feel low in my
gut a feeling of dread,
impending crisis.

I see blackness, my
flickering eyelids flutter
like butterfly wings.

I hear muffled sounds,
gentle words, reassuring
anchor me to body

Tuesday, 24 April 2018

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 25 - Warning

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 25

Prompt - Write a poem which is a warning label for yourself.


Placate with regular hugs.
Prone to word er ..... loss
and sudden jerking movements.
Allow regular napping.

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 24 - Elegy for a Jiggly Fruit

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 24

Prompt - Write an elegy.

Elegy for a Jiggly Fruit.

Jenny Jiggly Fruit Luddington.
She came, she saw, she made -
people say "What the fuck'?
A lot.

We stand at her grave.
We do not weep.
We're not entirely sure -
She won't leap.

Laugh and chastise us -
simultaneously, for being moist.
Take your pot of bubbles.
Blow, leave luscious leeks.

Yes the vegetable.
Token that you knew her.
Loved her fecundity.
Cackle whenever North is called