My Reality Tunnel is blocked
The light at the end obscured
Escape was inevitable
Now it is all but deniable
An inversion has occurred
A Reality Funnel
Sucking me down
To the half truths
And questions of perceptions
Dark twisted loam
Lain in ribbons upon the landscape
River clogging, chocked the plane
Drenched in the bones
Of peoples that made it
Toxic leachate spumes forth
Nothing but their corroded skin
Killing the life left
I got the bones of a general story introduction poem and the start of Cinderella written last night (after midnight), they are going to take a lot of tweaking to make story and poetry work.
My general aim is to work through the fairy tales and legends, I already have a few rhyming stories like this.
The insanity of me is that now I want to produce a book with 100 of them in :/ Of course illustrated.
We shall see. Rhyming couplets also seem to be the thing that sits well with these stories at the moment but an entire book of that would drive you mad! So I do want to play with structure a bit.
I’m taking part in the WoPo challenge to write a poem a day in February, though I’ll be doing my standard of changing it slightly so that I am spending 30 hrs on poetry stuff instead. I know there are only 28 days in Feb but the 30 hrs suits me really well 🙂
I’m thinking of doing something slightly different with it anyway – I like rhyming stories so was thinking I could try and do 30 rhyming or verse stories this month. It is kind of an insane idea as they will tend to be longer than my normal poems are but I think it is doable (weather it’s doable around the homework is another thing!).
Anyway wish me luck!
(and yes I will probably up at midnight writing 😉 )
I gag
Chocking down bitter pills
Of make things better
By a sweep under the rug
What the public don’t know
Wont hurt them
Protesters hurt
As do charity pleas
It is for my own good
Why can’t we see
Protected
Lock it down
No room for the free
Unpredictable
No room in the new regime
In facing the needs
Of Nation
Population slaves
No rights known
Not yet bound
Expression criminalised
Punctuated with take downs
Orwellian sunrise begins
The thread is woven in and out
Seemingly forever, wrapped around itself
But somewhere there is a start
And somewhere, always an end
A lonely thing
Each fatal accident that could have been
Is not, you slip the slipstreams
Only seeing those around you go
The ones you love perish
One by one by one
Until your luck is a curse
Surviving red giant expansion
Super nova explosions
And wait for the end of a universe
That will not come
A sack of bones, an entity that is you
And not you
Decaying within itself
Longing for those long lost
I call the thought to me
It is blue, liquid
A monstrous worm
Larger than a high rise
It withers
It squirms
Shooting off jets
Vaporising the unworthy
Destruction always starts
With an idea
I’ve finished the 30 hrs of poetry for this month, and have started thinking about next month. I am hoping to have the Monster Muse Poetry Pack for sale soon, they are on order so and I will probably set up a pint on demand version too.
Next month I am thinking about maybe doing stories in rhyme and verse, but not really sure about this yet.
Thursday I headed off to Bristol with the lovely Nick Short, the aim – to read poetry at the Art House. We had a little bit of trouble finding it, the Art House is a lovely little cafe with a cellar/entertainment area. There are arty pictures on the walls and yummy foods to be had.
There were some wonderful musicians playing, I especially liked the Vampire guy though I failed to get a photo of him 🙂
We bumped into an old friend from Cheltenham who had also come up and ended up in a conversation with a woman at the end who wondered why we’d come all the way to Bristol to perform. It is a weekly event at the Arts House and Bristol simply is bigger and has more to offer was the answer. Cheltenham has a great poetry scene but it is not weekly or even every night like it is in Bristol. We spoke of the poetry society and the Festival and then moved on to art in general.
I read an arch of poetry starting with a Fist Full of Nitro and ending with Star Stuff. From the individual and depressing to the optimistic future of all was the way I saw it.
It was a lovely night.
