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GloPoWriMo Day 14: Back When
It’s what makes people say Back in my day, or I remember when, while forgetting that things were crap back then, back when a proper rain splattered mud as high as your thighs, and you’d ride your bike to school through rain and sleet, snow and hail just like the postie did, and the rear…
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GloPoWriMo Day 13: Ducks & Spring
I.How To Treat A Duck Don’t feed bread to ducksIt turns the water blooming muckLet ‘um eat weeds and bugsLet ‘um eat reeds and grubsBut don’t feed bread to ducks II.Now Spring Now springThis April lightFreed lifeIt calls to lively greenAwakened veinA cheering blushSpread broad on skies sereneBreathe in lean airOf violet scentsHear wild notes…
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GloPoWriMo Day 12: In the Style of Marvin Bell’s The Dead Man Poems
The Old Woman With No Cat (#2) 1. About The Old Woman and Shrinking the old woman with no cat grew up drinking milkmilk in a glass in pudding on cerealice cream cake chocolate with biscuits milk for growingand she grew long as a sentence and tall as a…
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GloPoWriMo Day 11: In the Style of Marvin Bell’s The Dead Man Poems
The Old Woman With No Cat #1 1. About the Power of Perspective the old woman with no catrests her right hand on her hip looks out the kitchen window and stares down the streetshe shifts her weight and rests her left hand on her hiplooks out the kitchen window …
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for Sunday Whirl Wordle #548
The Writing Game Poets plan out their liveslike three line haiku, drivento write away minutesand hours. They sit hunchedunder mote slivers of light,as the clock ticks on and chimes.They’re rhyming everyinspired syllable sent. And with the pen’s last breath,they drop, dry and spent.It’s a game, a set and a match. Sunday Whirl’s Wordle #548 Use the following…
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GloPoWriMo Day 10: Love & Taste
I.Once Once, right thereby the radio, which was on mostly in the morning for an hour, or when we left home so the house didn’t seem empty, and for most hours of the day, especially as old age set in, sleeping with sunlightpouring on her likea gentle massage, and right there,with a direct viewof the…
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GloPoWriMo Day 9: Nonet & Kimo
Two Poem Forms: Nonet and Kimo I.A Nonet Poem Hear night rain. You needn’t look, you knowits grey distance. You know laceworkthrough limbs. Twigs dripping armour.Dreams swept truant intosome occupied sky.Constellationsfrom elsewhere into soakednight. II. A Kimo Poem This morning’s air is empty of winterBird song pooling in my earsAnd green silkens the trees NaPoWriMo…
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GloPoWriMo Day 8: What They Never Tell You Could Fill a Book
What they Never Tell You Could Fill a Book (reading time: 00:01.14) It’s dawn.The moon laughs. My dogs are runningthrough the forest. For the lake.Gasping at air,chasing around chestnut trees.Around birch trees gleamingwhite in their own shadows. I play here.Climb trees.Feed magpies. Squirrels.Leave seeds for robins. AndI fall out of trees.Pretend to be a horse.Jump…
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Twiglet #273 Across the Sky
Frost Writes a Cloudless Sky It’s a cloudless day. Frosted white.The apple tree’s still threadbare.As if I’ll remember that. The plate slipped from my hand,my eyes filled with time, as ifto stall, then fall, but I was too slow.It hit the floor. I wrapped the pieces in broadsheets,Sunday Times, as if time mendsa break, or…
