a pine desk
hand made by you
to fix my clutter
love is sanded
into the curved edges
and smooth surface
a place to muse about creating things...
Monday, 8 April 2013
7:
'In the child of the soul the trees wander.'
That's what he whispered to me.
He was the master of pretentious clap
trap: he thought it made him sound
intelligent and mystical but it only
made me want to pull his tongue
from his mouth and preserve it in a jar
with a label that said: silence is better.
That's what he whispered to me.
He was the master of pretentious clap
trap: he thought it made him sound
intelligent and mystical but it only
made me want to pull his tongue
from his mouth and preserve it in a jar
with a label that said: silence is better.
6:
Beyond this moment of Winter
the men seek the first sign of Spring.
They scrape in the frozen earth,
bury the corpses of the villagers
who could not out last the bitter
time when nothing grows except bones.
the men seek the first sign of Spring.
They scrape in the frozen earth,
bury the corpses of the villagers
who could not out last the bitter
time when nothing grows except bones.
4:
First line generator
Carrie Etter
I've been to Much Wenlock Poetry Festival over the weekend so I was unable to post my NAPOWRIMO poems. I used poetry prompts from Carrie Etter and a first line generator. The 'first line' one was harder as they were a bit 'poetry' for me, you know, a bit flowery! Anyway the poems will follow...
4:Write a poem using five of the following six words: errand; body; world; dusk; snow; light.
5:Write a poem that begins with seeing a person who resembles someone who's dead.
6:Beyond this moment of Winter the men seek
7:In the child of the soul the trees wander
4:
The world of bats
is one of haste
and errand:
busy, busy hurrying.
Flittermice bodies thrum,
always trying
to become invisible.
The sun at dusk
is slumped in envy
as the velvet leather bags
appear and disappear
into the thick grey air.
Carrie Etter
I've been to Much Wenlock Poetry Festival over the weekend so I was unable to post my NAPOWRIMO poems. I used poetry prompts from Carrie Etter and a first line generator. The 'first line' one was harder as they were a bit 'poetry' for me, you know, a bit flowery! Anyway the poems will follow...
4:Write a poem using five of the following six words: errand; body; world; dusk; snow; light.
5:Write a poem that begins with seeing a person who resembles someone who's dead.
6:Beyond this moment of Winter the men seek
7:In the child of the soul the trees wander
4:
The world of bats
is one of haste
and errand:
busy, busy hurrying.
Flittermice bodies thrum,
always trying
to become invisible.
The sun at dusk
is slumped in envy
as the velvet leather bags
appear and disappear
into the thick grey air.
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Dragons
The first one is still the best one,
a small scaled green dragon
hatching from a speckled egg,
small enough to close in a fist.
The others, metal and pottery,
covered a shelf until they were
packed away into a box
beneath the bed. Affection
for them dwindled and they
nearly went to the charity shop.
Instead they were given to my kids
to litter up their shelves: except for two.
The little original, still on my dressing
table next to my perfume and picture
of my favourite cat; now dead.
The other, a hand-made sleeping
dragon I lost like the friendship
of the person who made it: cold
and cruel as dragon claws.
a small scaled green dragon
hatching from a speckled egg,
small enough to close in a fist.
The others, metal and pottery,
covered a shelf until they were
packed away into a box
beneath the bed. Affection
for them dwindled and they
nearly went to the charity shop.
Instead they were given to my kids
to litter up their shelves: except for two.
The little original, still on my dressing
table next to my perfume and picture
of my favourite cat; now dead.
The other, a hand-made sleeping
dragon I lost like the friendship
of the person who made it: cold
and cruel as dragon claws.
Poetry prompts
Carrie Etter has some great ideas on her blog...
Including the one I am working on today.
'1. Write a poem about something you collect or used to collect. Focus on the rich details that distinguish the items in the collection from one another.'
Including the one I am working on today.
'1. Write a poem about something you collect or used to collect. Focus on the rich details that distinguish the items in the collection from one another.'
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