Turquoise Monster

More WoPoWriMo poetry!

Tent, saged
Soggy, forlorn
Thunder boomed
Anaraked
I stood
Mallet in hand
Dispair

My husband spends half of each week in London which we both find hard so when the subject of companionship came up as a WoPoWriMo challenge I could think of nothing other than how much I was missing him. He used to spend the whole week in London though which was worse – funnily enough he is doing WoPo to and has written along a similar theme though he is doing hiakus.

I miss you
Though I know you’ll be back
Every week it is the same
Bed sheets cold
Your warmth denied me
Those gentle fingers
Your nightly murmers
Too quiet
I miss you
But Friday night
is almost here
when I will have you
for a weekend
Mine, for me
I miss you

Inspiring weather was the theme for this poem – yes it’s one of my wopowrimo poems!

A rain of thoughts
Pummelled the road of creation
A torrent of the new
Wash away the soil of convention
Where the trees of knowledge
Had been grubbed up
And the animals of reason
Exterminated
the bare stones of wisdom
gleamed newely exposed

One of the exercises for WoPoWriMo was to write a poem from the concept of a fairy tale – here is mine – see if you can guess which fairy tale it is 😉

Bread crumbs stretched for miles
Children follow them in hope
Crushing blow
Of avian beak
Tears of innocence
Tears of fear
Crewly abandoned not once but thrice
No food, no love
The pesants life
Little feet bare
Mud stained fretful
This time lost
This time without recourse
Bread stale, hard
used as marker
so now stamaches starve
Two children hand in hand
Stumble through viscous wood
Hoots and calls
rent the air
Getting dark, getting cold
Hungry burns
But fear consumes

The smell
Sweet, succulent, stickyness
lures them
as if a dream
A house with warmth within
A house with edible eaves
A house with frosting dust
And sugar paned glass
Woundering at heaven
They enter
Faint with hunger
Delerious with saccarine high

Until the keeper
The archect
And crone
Arrives
Anger, rage greed
dispicable hunger
Locks one terrified in a cage
dangling iron
he makes a strange bird
the other enslaved
drudgery of the domestic estate

Then to the duality of crewl
Feed one as a lamb to fatten
Starve other to be
Docile meek
But children are not fools
The hag poor of sight
Siblin love strong
Form survivial plan
They have done this before
Many times before

A chicken bone
presented as a finger
for testing – always too thin
for the pot
Morsals shared in early morning
hidden in a sleeve
They survive
Until the murder light
enters their eyes
plummeting
tormentor to the fire
Freeing the bird cage boy
They look to the horizon
Wondering how to survive

Another of my Poem a Day for February poems 🙂

Clothed in the night
Clothed in the day
Clothed in the twilight
The angles sway

Singing songs of creation
Wrought of the wrong kind of mediicine

Clothed in the disease
Clothed in the pathos
Clothes in the famine
the deamin chaos
Chanting the dirge of creation
built if the blight that is life

Dressed both in fine spun cloth
Dressed both in oppressions thread
Dressed both in the cloak of lies
the couple bed
Dancing the steps of creation
Sowing the seeds of life

This is the last poem from the first testing out of the writing game! So today’s WoPoWriMo poem is:

Feet covered in beads of bone and tooth
Spear of the sky and the pushing down of earth
Balanced the hunter between
Balanced with the seasons and the hunger
Hands callosed and thick of knuckle
Berry stained more than blood

I’m afraid with have still more coming from the game at the meet up! So today’s WoPoWriMo poem is:

Scandal Vanished with my life
As did the debts
The whinning morons
And the bad parkers of the world

In fact the whole world vanished
Leaving serene milky blackness
I stretched back in the warm fuzz
Ah – relaxation at last

These are the pictures from my Art Journal for Escape Into Life – the evolution of the journal means that is really full of Visual Poetry (VisPo) – What Do You Know About Angels is one of those Visual Poems.

The writing says:

What do you know about angels?

With hair of streaming ribbon

What do you know about angels?

And fruit that’s forbidden

What do you know about angels?

And where they fear to tread

What do you know about angels?

They are coming for the Dead

This poem is again from the WoPoWriMo meet-up and is one I sort of like – again this is a raw poem so feed back is appreciated and no doubt needed 🙂

The sounding cataract
Loomed bright
In milky light
Dragging the soul down
Until the memory
That was the song
Entered the lips
And breathed a new vision of self
Upon the brain
A life of images
A life of pictures
Now there will be time
To appreciate and explore

I was quiet prolific during the writing game at the WoPoWriMo meet up so here is another raw poem from it!

Small showers last long
Smoothing the Earth
In dust releasing patter
Moving on always
To new ground
A small shower here
Another there
But they are the same
The same shower over the plan
Lasting forever
On this wet globe
Small showers last long
As five minutes
Brings forth the desert bloom