Tag: GloPoWriMo

NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather

When, in Britain, has it ever Been so balmy Calm in March and April? Warm sun, some wind but nothing really too Forceful, Smatterings of rain but hardly April showers. No deluge No late frosts I’d happily plant my summer bulbs out If I… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather”

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Tough Like Old Leather

I told a friend “Today was tough Tough as old boots Tough like old leather Tough like the steak I sent back And worried about the chef spitting on Tough like the conversation I had to have With a toxic person Another toxic person… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 4: Tough Like Old Leather”

NaPoWriMo Day 3: Isolation Haiku

Open the window Taste sky, smell laughter, eat hope; Breath in the bird song.

NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Fresh Look

I never realised How other people see you So kind So warm So thoughtful I need to slip Behind their eyes And look at you Afresh.

NaPoWriMo Day 19: Opportunity

See a door closing Thrust your toe, jam it open; Crow bar it wider.

NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use

No real use for these He sighs And plucks the flower Now endangered But because his land Is full of them He won’t believe It’s true A weed to him Plant based vermin Taking over Invasive He is unwilling to see He is lucky… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use”

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?

Is it a bag of beans? Who decided that Tiny polystyrene beads Were actually beans? Are they named for dried beans? Fresh beans? Baked beans? I don’t understand. And why is it a bag? It’s a seat. A pouffe. A tuffet, perhaps. A stool,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?”

NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters

(Prompt from eight-year-Old Nathan) They’re funny, they’re furry They look so sweet But once they see fingers It’s time to eat Hamsters are cute Hamsters are small They adore that wheel And the weird rolling ball But their little black eyes Are watching you… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters”

NaPoWriMo Day 15: Old Creaker

Creaking like a ship at sea Sails rattling and flapping Snapping in a stiff Ocean breeze Salt in the wounds Groaning, moaning, Straining to rise Rise above the decks Like a looming wave; I only trickle gently Towards the final shore.

NaPoWriMo Day 14: Short Straw

Who could take a piece of straw And build a house A home A hearth Of heart and bone Then live alone No love No joy; No distractions. This straw was not the short one.