Tag: poets

New poem for my Patrons

A little look at how the fair folk’s influence seems to have sunk its teeth into modern politics. …we learned to hang iron, throw salt, leave out butter and cream… Don’t you want the clink clank of gold…? This poem is available in full…

Daytime

I go to bed in daytime now The night is so passé The songbirds are my lullaby The sunrise lights my way To sleep, perchance to dream, I hope Though not of recent times Of angst and shopping trips gone mad Of social distance…

NaPoWriMo Day 22: NaPoWriMo Blues

I got behind… again I got distracted… again There was other stuff going on… again Like last year When I didn’t finish And the year before When I barely finished So why This year of all years When there is more reason than ever…

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Lockdown Blues

It almost seems Pathetic To complain When we have a roof A house Money coming in- less, mind So much less And no help from on high Thanks to creeping criteria And tape not so much red As blue-blood coloured Fuck the Tories Fuck…

NaPoWriMo Day 20: Stallion Moon

My nine year old wrote Of the pale moon gracefully Riding stallion clouds.   I begged him for it That magical phrase, just to Say how proud I am.

NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass

Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral? We’re playing twenty questions And the boy can’t quite figure out If glass is one of the three Or none One or none Or some of all It’s mineral I say, without thinking But then I do think…

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes

Crawling out of swamps Dripping metaphors Like similes That sear the skin Scream off Siren wails and Black eyes pierce The bard’s heart A bobbing larynx Gulping at tightness In throat. Waiting with a lute, Waiting to write of fear Instead, song upon song…

NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen: Drunkk

I had an idea For words In the middle of the night In vino veritas Perhaps But definitely In vino no memoriae.       (For the love of cheese someone clean up my Latin! Please!)

NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen: Lark Transmogrified

Following the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem inspired by music. I wish I could write a poem Like Williams wrote The Lark Ascending Those trills and furls of sheer beauty Capturing the essence of song The spring morn, The warmth of the sun…

NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen: A Pun, My Soul

Several times a day I make my husband groan Now that one’s not a euphemism, though it could be, I own… But he despairs of my wit, or my attempt at it The egg-cessive ingredients in the omelette Working it out with a pencil…