Category: napowrimo
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15 April: Raspberry Music – The Woman on Tuesdays
The Woman Who Sings on Tuesdays One eye is a puddle,the other is the colour of smoke,her voice, raspy, soprano if she’s sober,and wrinkly like a quiver aftershe’s drowned her years in gin. Her name is the same asmy friend’s, who says we’re sistersby different mothers, and if my fatherwere alive, he’d certainly dispute that.So…
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10 April: A Sea Shanty
A Sea Shanty (tune: What’ll We Do with a Drunken Sailor) To sea to see, today we’re goingMisty spray off the bow is blowingHeadlong in a wind, we’re knowingFish are few today Way hey and up we’re ridingSay hey and down we’re divingMake way our nets are flyingFish are few today. Written for NaPoWriMo Day…
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8 April: NaPoWriMo Day 8 Twenty Little Pieces
Just Put the Blame on Pigeons And I tell her life is that pigeonthat just fell out of the tree, and she says that it’s sunshine through a daffodil, and she’s eating a hot cross bun,the butter melting down her wrist, and she licks it before it disappearsinto the cuff of her blouse, andMmmms. She…
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7 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 7
On the Kitchen Windowsill There’s a finger-length silver shoe with a notch, it’s an ashtray but never used as such, and next to it a small terra cotta chicken with a wooden spoon protruding from the back of its neck, for salsa I’m told, bought it in Cartagena on a hot day after a miserable…
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6 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 6
A Spoonful of Urban White In the echoes of distance, all there, gathered in this milky night, were destined to sombre lament. Their footsteps, a river of invadingsecrets flooding these gritty streets,and dazzled by night’s watery lights. And the milky moon, sharp as a knifebroke through clouds, and thenfaded back into echoes again. A poem…
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4 April: A Triolet for NaPoWriMo
A Witness Oh, if only it existedin the silence of traveled clouds,the language of peace from afar,oh, if only it existed.A soul’s asylum bound by stars –a witness to silent words,oh, if only it existedin the silence of traveled clouds. Written for NaPoWriMo Day 4: Form poem, a triolet; constraints of ABaAabAB; in iambic tetramenter AI Digital Artwork…
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3 April: RDP and NaPoWriMo Day 3
1.There once was a mischievous catWho loved to chase after a ratWith a flick of its tailAnd a rambunctious wailThe rat slipped away just like that! RDP word today is Rambunctious 2. What counts Yesterday I was myself,but today I am not, and yesterday will happen again, yet today will not. I am counting each day…
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2 April: NaPoWriMo Day 1 and 2
Day 1. The Blow Fly Such sadnessin this invisible wind,trifling in this spider’s grate. Did you know your tearstaste like wine.Do you feel venom’s fiery pyre. Shake like whiskers,tremble in its nest.Your wings, a curse,in a spider’s universe. Book cover image Lord Dunsany. The Book of Wonder. London: William Heinemann, 1912 — Source. Day 2. What is fog.A feeling…
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27 Nov: Q and PA Day 27
A Poem Based on Henri Rousseau’s “Myself. Portrait Landscape” (from L’ile Saint Louis) This woman’s name is Clémence.She is Henri Rousseau’s lover. You must, she tells, Rousseau,be frontal, be primitive. Be the lion in your jungle. Dress yourself inbest Sunday’s black, and permit your feet to rise on pavements.Pause semaphores on their lines, and strike…
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26 Nov: PA & Q Day 26
A Particular Tree (Major Oak, Nottinghamshire) Beyond the iron gatesof the low stone wall,where the view widenson the slow rising hills is a model of serious trees. There amongst the birds, fields and things that arepermanent and unbroken,we look up at that tree as true and honest wisdom. Its limbs stretch out inthe morning sun…
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