And here we are – 30 days on and another NaPoWriMo comes to an end. Again so much fun, and this time I had so much to spark my imagination. I will endeavor to try and keep creating through the year. For now, this is for a dear friend who is about to embark on an epic journey. Adieu.
Closing the flap Forcing the zip Looking down at the floor You lie
Do I need you? Do I want you? Will voltage kill you? Or bring you to life? Do my waves require your touch?
I stare To hell with it I let go. I leave you behind. Let my curls fall their own way. Why force beauty when it is already there!
Instead I will close the drawer, And open my heart To new possibilities
Today’s prompt I think reflects actually how I like to write my poetry “by producing a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully”.
The last of the coolness leaves my skin From the moment of rushing through the evening Getting the last evening light Pushing to the end Feeling the briskness While creating heat The last sounds of the twilight With a spring bird chirping in leafless trees The rush now leaving The languishing limbs succumbing The faint whisper of wind As I close my eyes.
Today’s prompt is to use one of Shakespeare’s Sonnets and “pick a line you like and use it as the genesis for a new poem.” The line I use is from Sonnet 60. My Gran had a little book of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, and I used to pretend it was my book of spells. I also liked Sonnet 60. Something about the pebbled shore. The rest of it now I read is quite depressing, but I will try to turn it into how I remembered using it.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore I would twirl around and imagine an ocean I would conjour up images of surf and sand I would pretend that I was sailing over those waves Feeling the spray in my face
I was not thinking of the end Instead casting spells to continue the play And dance along that pebbled shore.
And now instead I watch my children Cast spells out to the waters deep Telling the sun its time to rest And willing the moon to rise and play While waves are replaced by ripples,
And my youth lives on in my children.
I had some surgery on this particular day – this was the wait beforehand.
Cloth walls separate
Trying not to look into each other’s eyes
Instead to the skylight above
Where sunlight diffuses
Waiting for our separate turns
Some already through.
Others not knowing what is to come.
Looking back up to the skylight
And looking inwards instead To try and remain calm While muttering goes on around In hushed worried voices I lose my interest in the light And close my eyes.
Had a lovely weekend working in the garden over Easter.
The feeling of dirt under my finger nails
The smell of damp earth waiting to be planted
The thrill of clearing all that is old and dead
And finding the bright green of new growth
All pleases my tired heart All revives the expectations of a new season New life.