Turquoise Monster

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.

The razor blade ride you took
We hope flew you into the sky
You never looked back
Yet you felt regret
Your note told us so

The years weigh heavy around the eyes
But the mind still clasps the rag doll tight
Locked behind amber eyes
Simplistic thoughts cascade
In complex ways
Only unhappy when others say
As an adult only you are to be treated
And they took your doll away

Note: sadly this was a real situation, a lady who went to the handicap centre with my uncle, I remember her with her toys and then what happened when she was considered an adult and had them taken away.

I have 34 shiny poems some of which are being edited up for submission and some of which are being popped up on this blog for the world to enjoy. However I am still going for the 30 hours spent on poetry this month which I still have a way to go with!

So I am going to be sorting bits out on here and looking up more events and things to take part in.

Need the meaning, hope is fleeting.
Eating, drinking, sinking, still breathing.
On the edge seething, enveloped just thinking.

Dark twisted moments
The political decision
Opens the flood gates
And WHOOSH
Down we all go
The Slippery Slope

Frustration paints a neon streak
Highlighting problems
Obliterating the objective
Harsh in over exposure
Time baits the mind
Biting the cortex
Stymied the creative
Muted self-worry
The deadline comes
It goes
You wonder
What was all the fuss?

I am very excited to have been asked to judge the regional part of a national schools poetry competition this year in March. This was a lovely event last year and the children where amazing.

I will also once more be running the World Poetry Writing Month challenge in February. This is a month of poetry writing which had it’s 5 yr anniversary last year.