GloPoWriMo 2024 – Day 18
Write a poem in which the narrator desires to be someone or something else. Inspiration from Natasha Rao’s ‘In my next life let me be a tomato’. *** Dreams of Sardines flitting in salty fluid, hundreds and thousandsof breathren holding strong, dazzling and eluding fanged predators, swirling and swarmingwrithing in a blue-green brine, dartingtwirling, whirling,…
GloPoWriMo 2024 – Day 17
Prompt: To write a poem named after – and inspired by – a piece of music. Gloomy Sunday the seabirds are squawking againnot that they ever stoppedthese seaside horizons are chockathey split open a magpie that wronged themtearing its red belly asunder fighting over choice morsels herring gulls with vicious billssharp as carving knivesshowing no…
GloPoWriMo 2024 – Day 16
Today’s prompt was to describe a place or object and end the poem in a seemingly irrelevant statement. *** In A Southern England Cafe Espresso pours into earthen mugSettled on laminate wood-effectTabletop with faux-iron legBumblebee-embroidered cushions lineA railway sleeper banquette The barista busies with cleaningTheir precious monstrous machineWhistling and whirringBehind bouncy radio tunesSoft spring sun…
GloPoWriMo 2024 – Day 15
The prompt for day 15 is to get inspiration from peculiar stamps! I chose the following as it is simply adorable. CW. Animal abuse mention. Skogkatt and Other Felines Dr. Eva-Maria Geigl concluded that Vikings likely helped spread the joy of feline companions around the globe. From wildcat to lap pet, they still stalk weary…
GloPoWriMo 2024 – Day 14
Today’s prompt can be found here. This Land the denizens of this bucktoothed, ramshackled landweary-eyed, stiff-browed, sharp-nosed landlike to toast grapes and flatbread to this landthese people like to square off their fields of landgated like a precious secret patch of landand salute a half-masted flag in love of this landthey kill for this land,…
GloPoWriMo 2024 – Day 13
Today’s prompt can be found here. I hate rhyming… Mid-Summer Soiree heavy, dizzy, damp is airscuttling leaves down the stairblack cat curled up by the firedreams for us to aspirehear now the ringing wateras the sun outside gets hotterleaving cracks in the earthpockets filled with seeds worththeir weight in abundant flowersthe moon rises after-hoursjasmines burst…
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