Month: Nov 2021
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Day 12: NaPoWriMo 2021
I. One More Jab Spell your name – and so I did. Date of birth – which I confirmed. Side effects, she says sore arm fever headache itchy slight shingles rash at which point I’m thinking itchy scratchy oh no don’t. Which arm, she asks. Left, I say. I sleep on my right. She says…
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Day 11: NaPoWriMo 2021
A Song of Bells The sound of bellsfell quiet as my every leaf falls.It cuts meto the quick, this season’s turn, thiscalendar page departed.Be of haste and hurry forthere’s a seedling at my foot. A breeze. The wind. I hearrustling troubles on the horizon.Cold is north.Wet is south.Today it’s south, this wind. The trees beside…
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Day 10: NaPoWriMo 2021
I.Connective Tissues A man walks to the corner, and back. Again. And again. Holds a placard in his hand. The End Is Nigh We are, perhaps, savedfrom never ending ends. Autumn ended before itstarted. No flaming colours.A wind blew autumn away. And now we’re on the brinkof sudden seasons of white. Water celebrates its rise…
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Day 9: NaPoWriMo 2021
I Want the Measure of Things From head to foot mybed is nearly 12 bananas.From here to the fridgeit’s at least 20 pineapples. I’m not sure what I can measure with milk. Or gravy. I’d teach kids to count –1 banana, 2 bananas,3 bananas, kiss yourNana 4 times more,5 figs, 6 figs, no onegives a…
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Day 8: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Last Rose of Summer It’s the last rose of summer.A rosewave.Its petals free-falling across the table.Final daysare always so fragile .If I’d not cut it from its limb,and lovingly possessed it,would it have lasted longer?A day perhaps, or two. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Alliteration Consonance Assonance, and PA’s Day 7 “health” and Day 8 Blank of…
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Day 7: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Anatomy of Scent Eau de Evening in Paris.That was the perfumemy mother’d wear.Her best dress perfume. I can’t recall its scentbut it’s lingering in mewith nursery rhymesand bedtime stories. Can a scent turn and turnback childhood’s pages? Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 7 “scents” and PA’s “health” ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter
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Day 6: NaPoWriMo 2021
Crossing the Mississippi I’ve never been to Missouri,nor seen the Mississippi River. Fog swamping the carparks,mist hanging light and low. Shadows bend in a gnomish squat.Light goes missing in a fog like that. A friend texts me a photo of thatriver every time she crosses it.It’s not the same. It’s like lickinga…
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Day 5: NaPoWriMo 2021
The View I was in a black ooze mood the dayI painted that colour in this room.Last year’s peril turned the wallsa sooty colour of cognac and coffee.It casts a mood that obscuresviews of my neighbour’s rose garden. Never mind yellow rose innuendoes,everyone’s always home over there,and ignore the purple periwinklethat scampers wild like lost…
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Day 2: NaPoWriMo
The Radio Was Always Playing I recall the kitchen was always warm. The radio was always playing. Condensation on the windows. Net curtains. Yellowed. Frilly tie-backs. Ruffled aprons with long ties. Politics in the living room. Stinging scents — cigars, whiskey. Cheers, they’d say. The children, They were told to go play. So they did.
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Day 1: NaPoWriMo
PS: I Miss You I wrote about the sidewalk cafés, and faces squinting behind cameras, museums, the cognac, et cetera, how a foreign language can hijack ones thoughts, about the hand that I caught in my pocket, but I forgot to tell you that there’s a strange absence without your hand in mine.
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