Tuesday, 5 April 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Five


I’ll nighthag you.

I’ve run my fingers
through your hair before but
this time I’ll leave it tangled,
knots you can’t uncomb –  
elf-locks like scars
riven up your back
with steel claws.

The witch is riding
not scared to snap
                              your skinny hips.
Shadows wait to break bones.

I’ll be she who steps down
from trees
slips through keyholes
up your nostrils
compresses your chest with thighs
on ribs.

In the morning
you’ll blame the tightness
on smoker’s cough.

Sunday, 3 April 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Three

Two Epitaphs

Even amidst fierce flames
The golden lotus can be planted

The inkwell and letters
had been cleared away
she is never short of flowers.
No lotuses, just daffodils.

Stones on graves
                           are a Jewish thing,
and despite the controversy
she thought she was
a bit of a jew.

Not far away, Asa says
he was foolish enough
to have been poet.

Saturday, 2 April 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Two

Looking Glass Syndrome

Lift the curtain and

there is a girl.

Holds a fawn,
hands round neck

drawn in
drawn back
a daughter with an addiction
to daydreams

wasn’t the lullaby of summer this time –
the science of sound, an acoustic urge
to sleep luminously

it was the living room mirror
chess pieces to the right but
she reached inversely

and fell


without snowdrops or mushrooms or awakening

to the bloom of the wrong world.

(Used a random word generator to get this list of words: Cougar lullaby passenger adopter inverse estate wolf addiction cadaver cloth eyetooth daughter periodic herb americana luminous heaviest drink dishonest daydream acoustic believing bloom awakening rodent hairless axis sky hand rum diagonal mushroom; which made me think of Through The Looking Glass - Lewis Caroll.)

Friday, 1 April 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day One


She asks were I woke up
this time.

I cough cigarette spawn from lungs
and wonder why
she whispers like grass
                                     (like I’ve done something

Spilling words darned with anger
I show her the spectacle
of my legs, bruises a diagram
of kissing back to reality,
a new doll tripping

(Found poem using Kate Atkinson's Human Croquet)

Resources for NaPoWriMo 2016

Here are some resources that might be useful I knocked together:

The Official NaPoWriMo Blog:

A few different writing prompt blogs/prompt generators in case the NaPoWriMo ones don't take your fancy:
creativity-portal.com - imagination.prompt

A random word generator that can also be used for prompts:

Rhyming dictionaries:

A few Thesauruses (although if you can get hold of it I recommend Roget's Thesaurus):

A few inspirational videos:
Poets vs. Prose writers
Patti Smith: Advice for the young

Good playlists/albums to write to:
Sigur Ros
Earth (this is my favourite album, but Hibernaculum and Hex are good too)
Hawkwind (Chronicle of the Black Sword is also very good)

How-to's for various poetry forms (I also recommend the books Adventures In Form, and The Ode Less Travelled):
Villanelle (and alternative guide)
Sonnet (and another alternative guide)
Haiku (an intersting site for haikus) and Tanka (alternative guide)

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

NaPoWriMo Day Seven - I Is Window

You have untenanted me, in our
marriage that has faith but is

repellent, smouldering, faded,

turning a tint of orange –
a room I want opened but

you touch the door handle, touch
the airy floor as though ashamed,
guilt committed to action, provoking
me uncertain. The patches
in the paper around my head –
do they commit to reality my contradictions:

I feel like a draughty window.

Leave me be I say so proper because
it is my way to be real and
a nobody. And even if it’s serious

(my serious problem)

those rooms look like arms and he hides
in the cellar, because
to me windows is comfortable
which to him is an uncomfortable whim.

My soul is in this but
sensitive is nervous
suffer is suffer
he says so proper. So
angry and used I lie, as
we have already lied,
to our child (too much) because

I can read hedges like English.

Can a standing husband stomach it –
conditions less society and
presses rest and
finds me tired, with
nervous tendency
and and and
well personally, all congenial,
I disagree and

I exercise strength, and
eyes upside-down see
big arbours fashioned like
little shaded downy houses.

(Another found poem, this time based on 'The Yellow Wall-Paper' by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I wrote out every fourth word to create a block of nonsensical prose, picked out lines from that and then turned those lines into a poem. I can show a more detailed explanation/how to in a further post if people wish it.)

Accidental NaPoWriMo Hiatus

I was away at a wedding over the weekend with limited internet access, so I'm going to give up days four, five and six for lost and just carry on from today.