Category: Miz Q
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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 4: NaPoWriMo 2021
Catnap Party Its brain is in a clutter of party noise and bluster Catnip, milk and cream Spin yarns of yawning dreams
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Day 3.1: NaPoWriMo
As If To live under the same roof as an attack of the nerves is to take supper with superlatives. The company was dreadful — all that science cannot solve.
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Day 3: NaPoWriMo 2021
As If It’s … Renewal. That’s what energises me. Like spring strutting unopposed. Nothing timid about it. All high-wattage swagger. Put on your Ray-Bans. Take to the road, be a low-rider. There’s a whiff of accidental about life. An unintended glance…
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Day 2: NaPoWriMo 2021
I. The Church Bells Are Ringing A sound like angels exhaling. God’s finger, thimbled, sewing prayers into our thoughts. I must be his great agitation, always folding my heart, and squandering my days. My dad once punched a tree. That was after I told him to never hit Mum again. She cried like a siren.…
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