NaPoWriMo 17 – Nocturne

We have lost the very last of the light
Seeped from the edge of the sky at last
But, see, the stars are so very bright

We’re not quite ready to say goodnight
And the wine has grown darker in my glass –
We have lost the very last of the light.

The moths are foolish, they feel no fright,
As the candle lures them in at last,
When, see, the stars are so very bright.

There are rustlings happening out of sight,
Perhaps a fox, swift stalking past,
We have lost the very last of the light

Now the moon is rising, a sliver of white,
A lantern hung on a midnight mast,
And see, the stars are so very bright.

We sat and talked, and laughed all night –
Hard to believe how quickly it passed –
We have lost the very last of the light,
But, see, the stars are so very bright.

NaPoWriMo 16 – letter writing

Dear householder
The bee bumbles
Is your water supply safe?
From flower to flower
Do you know you could be liable?
Delivering packages of pollen
You have been chosen
Love letters and sweet honey. like…like
Two greenfinch
Dear Mrs Connor
Dance an angry
Your friend has posted
Your friend has shared
Round the plum tree
Hi. Need milk.
The crab apple
You have 37 followers
Scrawls her lines
Win win win win win
Across the sky
Your appointment has been changed
Air mail letters home.

NaPoWriMo 15 – the middle one

As far as we’ll go.

It’s the middle of spring
and my mother is turning
into a bird. I’m a little afraid
that the wind up here
will send her sailing away
like a kite, but she’s smiling.
This is as far as we’ll go:
there’s a bench, where
my parents can sit
and soak in the sun.
The kids are roaming,
a little bit aimless,
crushing the spring grass
that’s studded with stitchwort
and bluebells. We walked here
through cloud after cloud
of blackthorn, but this
is as far as we’ll go.
We’re so high, and
down in the bay
the water is bluer
than blue, and sparkling,
catching the sunlight –
sunshine in April –
always a blessing –
and a smooth shape
breaks through the waves,
a porpoise is playing.
But this is as far as we’ll go.

NaPoWriMo 13 – Ghazal

The Earth

We are the children who worship the face of our mother the earth
And under our nails is the mark of the love of the earth.

In the warmth of the sun in the spring we plant seeds,
Seeds that will grow in the love and the heart of the earth.

Our fingers push into the deepest and darkest of spaces,
The moist, the warm secret gaps in the heart of the earth.

We sing to the rain, as a gift that will come and will quicken
The life in the heart and the flesh of our mother the earth

The worm and the ant are her children too, we remember,
And the blade of the spade is a prayer that we make to the earth

The dandelion flaunts herself, gold in the grass, in the
Crown that is twisted and weaved for the brow of the earth

And we bend and we bow as we worship her beauty,
Our sister, our maker, our mother, our lover, the earth.

NaPoWriMo 12 – alliteration

Dancing Dragons

On this misty morning,
all moist and melancholy,
full of murmured mysticism
and make-shift moonshine

I dream of dragons
dancing in the desert,
darting and dropping
through the diamond-dazzling air,
driving the dust-dry desert sands
before them. I dream
of the terrible tearing of
tortured tissues by
talon and tooth, slip over
the sun-sparkled silk-strong,
steel-smooth scales,
their slithering sheen
soaked in shimmering

Here the dismal daylight
drizzles drearily
through the damp dull window,

there the sky is a sapphire scream,
and dragons roost and rustle,
roaming the rust-reddened,
rose-roasted rocks,
drifting and drowsing,
and dreaming

of me.

NaPoWriMo 11 – A Bop

If you don’t want to dance,
Don’t come to my party,
Don’t come to my party
If you want to stand and talk,
Or struggle with a paper plate,
A wine glass and a fork.

Don’t come to my party if you don’t want to dance –

If you’re looking for conversing,
There’s a tea-room on the High Street,
If you’re after dinner,
A restaurant is slick,
But here the music’s playing
And I want to see you swaying,
Fingers rapping, toes a-tapping,
And a wiggle in your hips:

Don’t come to my party if you don’t want to dance –

You can do a square dance,
A circle dance, a line,
Some hip hop, some be-bop,
A slut drop would be fine,
You can shuffle in a corner,
Or strut it centre stage, but

Don’t come to my party if you don’t want to dance.

NaPoWriMo 10 – a portrait.

Goddesses? Always. But change full

In our manifesting. Maidens first,

When you flickered like a willow,

All legs and movement, a green flame,

And we were glorious, furious, demanding

Worship. Joyful. Then you led the way

Into the fruitful pools of Motherhood,

The fiercer joys of holding smaller hands,

Wiping small faces, ripening apples.

I watched you write yourself, carving

Your goddess. Show the strength

Of blood, of womb, of breast,

And still the flame, the moon,

The midnight dancing.

Last night we laughed, and talked

Of being Crones. I think

You’ll find a power there, the flame

Will burn as white as ice. I think you’ll still

Move through the world in strength, 

Green as a willow.

For we are always goddesses,

Changing only in our manifesting.

NaPoWriMo 9 – a nine line poem

Sometimes an old friend knows

Just how your story goes – 

They were there when it began.
They know the games you played,

The mad mistakes you made,

Share the songs you always sang –
And sometimes they can see

The thing you meant to be,

And the things that you still can.
It’s a form! First of the year. A Balassi stanza , nine lint has for April 9. 

NaPoWriMo 8 – Waiting

We are waiting to begin.

We queued, reassured

That we’d be seen,

Waiting in the room

With the arched ceiling,

Just waiting to begin.

We queued for coffee,

Food, talked about

Inconsequential things.

We were just waiting to begin.

The whole things running late,

We knew it would. The hall

Echoes with shouts and bells.

A girl plaits hair. A cheer.

We’re all just waiting to begin.

Out there there’s sunshine,

But in here its strip lights.

No windows. Minutes tick by.

The day slips past.

We are still waiting. Waiting to begin.

Better late than never. This is the day I had yesterday, and why I didn’t post.l