NaPoWriMo – 18/30

Inspired/Crafted using Sarah Kays “In Case of an Emergency”

First Draft

I love sharing with you
moments of warmth and grace
soaring through twilight skies
the earth spins.
We all belong
we all breathe
it’s our melody
a force to be reckoned with
a force colouring the globe.
I wish I’d known,
the drums were there
but it was for me to give
my counsel.
I will never leave
our earth, is my home
I don’t need any more.
We had our time
this song is for you
we own it
we wrote it.
I’m sorry for the invasion
the child poet is gone
she’s just a memory
the taste is bittersweet.
He deserves to laugh
in innocence and grace,
I’ll never tell.
He holds me steady.
He pulls me up.
So I can drive.
So I can swing.


NaPoWriMo – 17/30

Prompt at

That one time

In a time of pogs and puzzles,
the country air breathed through my lungs.
I wore pig tails and pinafores,
with two kittens to snuggle.
One was called Lucy, she was mine
to stalk the woodlands and river
hiding under wooden bridges,
we were two souls of a kind.
Lucy had a wicked edge,
stealthy enchanting her prey
her green eyes pierced her dinner
as it ducked for the garden hedge.
I would never see her dead,
her tummy was full by the fire
we shared solitary silence
until my mum shrieked with dread.
As stashed in the kitchen corner,
Lucy’s super secret stash
sauntered behind the washing box
a nest of squeaky mourners.

NaPoWriMo 2/30 – Perspectives

You could have not gone for a walk that day,
you could have climbed up the river banks, and
you could have come home where tea was waiting
and you could have not had to say goodbye.

Damn! Stopping by the iron bridge over Wye?
She don’t know. The rocks crumbled like biscuits,
she froze like a sighted weeping angel
cracking under the wrath of Welsh thunder.

I was just walkin’ through the Wye Valley
and I stopped before the trembles of Autumn,
The sky darkened and roared above, I thought
I’ve had enough trouble for a life time.

Back-Off Bear

Shadows darken the faint notions of friendship
the cuddly bear stalks the tidal rivers
Watching his sloth engage in June courtship
stalker eyes glare giving lady shivers.
He calls, he tags, jumps and records her whims.
She links the real, he takes offence at naught.
He haunts, he trails, and records all her sins.
Hiding behind humour, his plan is fraught.
She can’t be caught with those eager to please
the forced smiles and the shallow agreements
she wants truth and matter deep as the seas
serious thoughts of comrade impeachment.
He watches her life from ghostly shadows
But he lives in the past, not tomorrow.

NaPoWriMo 2017 30/30

Sunday evening
quiet, Netflix and chill
the end of the beginning
hot pot and crusty bread
I left the world today
I fear I won’t come back
I pray and hope
tomorrow is
the other side
I don’t want to play
I feel like it’s already Monday

NaPoWriMo 2017 29/30 Skeltonic Verse

Saturday night fell

like the dong of a bell

It’s easy to tell

This won’t go well

It’s easy to say

write about the day 

how the weather played 

and the rain stayed 

so we were all here 

drowned, I fear 

the umbrella didn’t steer 

the storm didn’t clear 

and I’m a drowned rat

its cliche to say that 

but the dogs on the mat

and we don’t have a cat

so don’t give me flack 

and don’t get on my back

coz my muse is in my bed 

there’s nothing in me head 

no thoughts for me to tread 

the melody is dead 

Write a rhyme he said

in a ridiculous fez

it won’t be your best 

but it’s not a test 

we’ll delete at your bequest

your happiness our quest.