Napowrimo 2018 / Day 4 - Ictal States

Napowrimo 2018 Day 4
Prompt - A poem about something abstract 

Ictal States

Pre Ictal

It's a low down feeling of impending doom.
Have you ever had a copper at the door?
Your heart beats faster, stomach feels hollow.
A wave of sickness rises.
Sometimes I can 'do' but not speak.
Heavy tongue permits no words.
But I might, wordlessly hand you my glasses.
Gravitate to a safe looking space on the floor.
Sometimes I run away, reptile brain, supposes
That flashes and flickering can be outrun. 

Ictal 

Just darkness

Post Ictal

Brain reboots, hearing first, so speak gentle to me.
Words of comfort a reassurance. “I'm here, your safe".
Listen to the drumming of the rain on the roof.
Coming back into myself eyes open lights too bright.
Tap tap tap my face.  If you know me that's my sign.
Fetch my tortoiseshell tinted glasses.
Soften the glare of the bright halogen lights.
Coming back into my body, after jerks shake.
I can't yet articulate this is normal for me.
Mere tremors as the topography of my body settles.

Finally speech returns, garbled and incoherent.
If you know me now you tell me my husband is on the way.
Even if his not.  As I babble .
"This is not my floor"
"I'm not a pterodactyl"
“Where's my baby“ (plot twist he's grown up, 24, this terrifies strangers and paramedics)
"They took it away and made it for cars"
Tears flooded my face, heart pounds , breaths gasped.

This loss and terror no one could decode
Finally exhaustion overtakes, fall into sleep

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 3 - Rock Star

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 3

Prompt - Writing a list poem in which all the items are made-up names.

Rock Star*

I wanna start a rock band
I think it would wicked
I've list of names I like
For your approval I submit...

I like pagans, crystals, guinea pigs,
dairy milk wrapper purple and spring.
With all this inspiration
I'll be Folkestone's next big thing.

The names are ...

D.I.A.M.O.N.D.
Amethyst's Midnight Pagans
The Loud Pagans's Club
Queen Dairy Milk Purple
Between the Rubies and Me
Mistress of the Rock Guinea Pigs
Rock Dream and a Pinch of Diamond
Rage Against the Crystals
Flight of the Dairy Milk Purple Guinea Pigs
Undercover Diamond and the Rock Rubies
The Loud Service
The Rock Heroes of Folkestone
Taking Back Spring
Rock Diamond Cult

*Even if you think you can't do poetry this is an amazingly fun prompt.  I used a band name generator and peppered it with my favourite things and then picked my favourites.

https://www.name-generator.org.uk/band-name/

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 2 - Lift, fall / Fall, lift

Napowrimo Day 2 / 2018

Prompt - A poem that plays with voices

Lift, fall / Fall, lift

Miraculous, I 

am, inhale, exhale. No thought
lift, fall sustaining

I hate you; faulty 

faculty, imperfect, flawed.
Fall, lift constraining

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 1 - Only She Can Judge Me

Napowrimo Day 1 / 2018

Prompt - A Guilty Secret Poem

Only She Can Judge Me

There are worse secrets
Still people are shocked
When I confess
I really, really like...

A diminutive realityTV star
Whose wisdom shines far
Surely Solomon reborn
In the TV courtroom genre

Endless streams of litigants
Seek binding arbitration
Over such foul and heinous acts
Dodgy prom gowns, loans owing

Pets attack, who should pay
The mounting ER bill
Whose fault the fender bender
Fear not all will be revealed

Her pithy quips fall from her lips
Defendants are left raging
When Judge Judy exclaims
"Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining"

NaPoWriMo 2016 - Day 21 - Poem from a minor character in a fairy tale.

Oh Grandma

Well m'dears,
I never fancied a care home, or
meals on wheels.
With a shrivelled up lump
Of God's knows what.
Delivered twice a day.

But I'm blessed.
With family who 
look after me,
in their own way.
My daughter sends her girl
every couple of day with a basket full of "goodies".

I don't know who is more feckless mind.
Her mother who dresses her up
in a stupid red cape.
Or the child who can't follow 
simple instructions.
Go straight to grandma's cottage.
Do not talk to strangers.

Anyhoo, I lay there,
my stomach thinking 
my throats been cut.
When I here a knock at the door.
I remind the idiot child 
the door is on the latch.
My hips too dodgy to be getting up and down.
This suspect looking character 
saunters in.
All big eyes, big ears, big teeth 
Now I'm old, but no fool
I says "you're a..."

Before I've got a word out.
That great slathering beast 
Gobbles me up.
Not so much a by your leave
No one respects their elders these days.

To add insult to injury.
He starts cavorting about
In MY nightie.
Now, I'm not one to judge
What a slathering beast does
Behind closed doors is his own affair.
But it was my best flannelette 
He ripped the buttons right off, the brute.

Half an hour later my granddaughter,
Little miss take your own sweet time comes along.
Now I've mentioned she's not 
the sharpest ax in the woodshed.

Well she gives Mr Wolf, my cake, my wine.
Then, after his washed that down, THEN, she gets an inkling something MIGHT be amiss.
I can hear all this from the cavernous belly of the wolf.

Oh grandma what BIG eyes, ears, teeth, you know the story.
Is she blind?
His a 6ft humanoid wolf.
In drag.
I'm 4ft nothing.
I've bounced that girl since she was a babe in arms.
Ok, perhaps once or twice I MAY have dropped her on her head.
But to not recognise her own grandmother.

Well long story short 
There is a scuffle
A local arborist is passing.
Sweeps in saves the day.
Gives old wolfy a taste of cold steel.
Felling him from crown to toe.
I flop out like a wriggling infant.

I've come to see it,
as a rebirth.
A second chance of life if you will.
I'm carpe dieming and seizing what fishes I can catch.
I've sold the cottage, me and Sven the wandering arborist are shacking up together.
People say it's shocking 
That he's only after me for my money.
But it beats feckless family or sheltered accommodation 
Plus I've got a nice fur stole
Much more fetching than a Red Riding Hood.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 2 Family Portrait

Family Portrait

Simple pleasures
Growing in intensity
Like labour pains,
But in reverse.

I display
Your baby photos
To the exquisite girl
You've brought home to mother

I savour
Each moment
'You both looked so young'
'We were my dear'

You exclaim
'Oh my, Julian's hair'
I try to explain
'It was sentient then

A freak
Accident in a
Top secret lab'
That was our joke.

When we
We're younger than
You two now
The glamour

Of first
Love shines out
Of those grainy pixels
Just as it shines in you.

The Boy
Is not amused
We are, smiling,
Bonding, photographs

Stockpile memories
To share, enjoy
build a bridge
Invite you in

To our family portraits

NaPoWriMo 2016

Sue's Birthday Celebration Poem
(NaPoWriMo 2016)

Sue it's fitting to
Celebrate
Your nativity

With a poem, prompt
Seemed apt to
The form is a lune

5-3-5 sylla-
bles, really
Quite lyrical, just

To wish a happy
Birthday to
Loon. Er I meant you.