Napowrimo 2018 / Day 11 - Dear Future Me

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 11 Dear Future Me

Prompt - A poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? 

Dear Future Me

Dare was our word to
conjure with how did that work
out? Fire walking, stretch
business, collaborations,
daring greatly, bud then bloomed.

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 10 - Wish you were here.

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 10 - Wish you were here.

Prompt - Write a poem where things simultaneously happen.

Small girl gingerly
enters pool. Fae like arms raised.
Water welcomes her.

Older brother booms
cannon balling to displace
quiet and stillness.

Tiny poetess
Taps Haikus on her lil black
phone. Wish you were here.

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 9 - Shield Wall

Napowrimo 2018 Day 9
Prompt - Write a poem where something big and small come together.

Shield Wall

The battalion
of troubles that reported
for duty. It can
fuck right off. Our shield wall forms
interlocked, protect each other.

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 8 - Cauldron

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 8

Prompt - Write a poem where magical things occur.

Cauldron

I was stuck
In my grief
Fly caught in resin
Hardening, tightening
Constricting.

My grief was
A sad, hidden thing
Whispered at 3am
On Life Journal pages
Tak ta ta Tak

I poured out my
Pain almost silently
The tears fell
I thought I might drown
Or choose not to breathe

To those few
Magical witnesses
Who knew the power
Of grieving
Who gave me a gift

Held me as
I keened.
A cauldron of fire
To transmute
Pain into healing

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 7 - Authentic Epileptic Priestess

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 7 -  Authentic Epileptic Priestess
Prompt create a list of your identities, decide if they make you feel powerful or vulnerable then right a poem where identities contends identity from the second list.

An Epileptic

Call me that and you’ll rue your word choice
I *am* a person with epilepsy
An a selection of other brain cooties
I get paranoid at the fragrant smell of citrus
When it’s too hot, too bright or
I’m too stressed, too hungry or
I’m just brewing a bug
Any of those could signal
Curtains down and I’m afraid no refunds can be offered
We decided long ago 
Horizontal break dancing was too 
Avant Guard For Folkestone
 A Priestess

No robes, just a parker, jeans and welly boots
Tramping or bimbling over the land
Holding spaces online and off
Winking as I watch the wheel turn
Grumbling at Pagan Maybe Time
Pockets of stones, stray leaves and drift wood
Dancing barefoot with Pan playing the Maenad
Before rushing off to the office
We don’t pay priestesses, so a girl needs a day job
To keep her incense and occasional shiny things
Brushing off bullshit of the how a path should be walked
Just forging my own authentic trail

Napowrimo 2018 / Day 6 - Liminal

Napowrimo 2018/  Day 6
Prompt - Poem that plays with line breaks.

Liminal

Latin, “limens” literally meaning thresholds.  Magical places where meetings happen.

Ocean

/

Shore

Doorways

where you may may spy

a noble lion, or evil queen

                                                           dripping in furs and offering

                                                           fragrant roseTurkish delight.

                                                           But you have to be brave to

                                                           Step through ……………..

It’s a place                                                                            feel like your                                                                                                                                                                                                     floating

                      where you can                                                                                 anxiously

A place of terrible ambiguity and unknowing

Betwixt
              /

                             Between

Places of mystery, power, creativity

A poem is a liminal space where my words meet your understanding

are we close or miles apart?

Naprowrimo 2018 / Day 5 - Mesmerised

Napowrimo 2018 - Day 5

Prompt - Write a poem that reacts both to photography and to words in a language not your own.

Mesmerised

Don't ever assume that I'll back down.

Fearless standing, never deny strength, juxtaposed.

Darling, darling have -

(you) FORGOTTEN ME? Just as massive as your strength and hooves, each jet of steam.

Enough with fear. Miniscule (I may be)

(I) don't know surrender, fortunately FACING. Duty surely keeps driving (me) on.

Kindly arrange all kin dues, recognise this might. "Give up opponent! Last days undone! For I can verify its foretold (your) done. Little heart (has won).

(MASSEUHYRET)*
Det er som en have hvor alting
frarøves sit navn af den store juveltyv.

Dårlig dårlig have.

FORTÆL MIG! Jeg er massen så hvorfor er jeg så
ensom? FORTÆL MIG NU!

Du er sugende for FANDEN. Du er sugende kæmpe dronning og
kingkong af alle køn du råber til mig: “Giv osss ssskæbner! Læn dig ud! Før kan vi ikke fortælle dig. Lille hjerte.”

*I used a fragment of poem from Ursula Andkjær Olson, from the Netherlands, called The Nameless

http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/17432/auto/0/THE-NAMELESS