Converse-ation – #NaPoWriMo19 – 20

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Heylo!

 

Today’s Glo/NaPoWriMo prompt threw down this challenge:

“Try to write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life.”

I loooove me a bit of dialogue!! 😀

Not sure you could call the below poetry, however – I think it is a blatant conversation/mini play thingy/scene from a story instead.  But stuff it, I like how it turned out, though if I had more time I would probably tweak the start a bit.

“…I’m sick of all this pretending that I care about the little daily emergencies, the who said what to whom, the moods of my boss and…

No, mummy’s on the phone, no…”

“Hiya! Dat lucy?”

“Hi! Clever girl!  How did you know?!”

“I hearded oo, my mummy likes-es oo…”

“Aww I like her too! Am I talking to her too much, honey?”

“No, no, she just grabbed the phone, sorry…off you go sweetheart…

Honestly! Kids!!! Where was I?”

“Boss crap”

Yes, oh she’s a nightmare, Luce”

“Oooo, She! You have a new boss?”

“No, sorry, Hayley’s annoying me.  Wants juice…SWEETHEART!  I TOLD YOU NOOOO!!! She’s in the kitchen cupboard.  HAY-leeeeey!  Hang on I’ll have to go get her…”

*muffled negotiation*

“That’s the door!! It’s a madhouse here, wait a minute, I’ll take you along if you like?”

“Ok? Or I could call you later…?”

*sounds of walking, a scream of a frustrated child some way off*

“Hi!”

“Hello?”

“…oh thank you, why don’t you come in?…oh not at all, I was just going to put the kettle on anyway. Come in, come in!”

“Becky I’ll just go if that’s you got a visitor…?  Becky…?”

“Oh, yeah I was just speaking to Lucy, you know, from toddler group?  Yeah, yeah, that’s right, Hannah’s auntie”

“Becky…?  Do you want me to let you go…?”

“I just need to pop out of the room a sec, the cupboard behind you has the biscuits, and I’ll pop the kettle on, see you in a sec…”

*hurried walking, voice changes to a hiss* “Luuuuce!  Gary’s here!”

“Oooooh…wait…GARY Gary?!”

“Yes ‘Gary, Gary’!!! What do I do?!”

“Why did you invite him into your house, Becky?!”

“I don’t knooooow! I thought he was here to confront me, then when I realised he just came to give me a parcel he’d taken in, I panicked!!”

“Oh. My. God.  What are you going to do?!”

“Lu-cyyyyy!  I asked YOU that!!”

“Well I don’t know!  You can’t very well deal with him with Hayley in the house!”

“I could get him in the other room…”

“Do you still have the carpet covered?”

“Yes”

“Well that might work, but how will you distract Hayley? And when will Steve be home?”

“Not for another two hours or so, he’s working late.  Hayley could get the Disney Channel…”

“You need my bagging skills again?  Say in half an hour?”

“Could you, hun?  It would help me out, what with the tight timescale.”

“Ok.  You called me on your burner phone though, right?”

“Of cooooourse I did!”

“Cool.  See you soon then.  Oh, and don’t get ick on your shoes this time, ok?  If I have to hear another elegy for a damn pair of shoes…”

“Don’t worry, I’m indoors this time, silly!”

 

 

Until tomorrow, dear friends… 😉

 

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Twenty-Six Word Tango – #NaPoWriMo19 – 19

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Hi!

The prompt on the Glo/NaPoWriMo site said:

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet”

I wrote a nonsense poem, then got very tired while trying to write something ‘better’ and didn’t post my ramblings before I went to bed.  I had the idea that I would write something this morning instead, but I have not finished anything, and I actually quite like my nonsense poem – so I’ll backdate this post to yesterday (cos I did construct my poem then) and move on to the prompt for the 20th

It has a nod to Easter, and I am intrigued about why the action at the end was necessary 😉

 

Around

Breakfast

Came

Dappled

Eggs

For

Grandad.

He

Interjected

Jovially –

Kind

Laughs.

 

My

Nana

Opined

Pitifully,

Questioning

Ruthlessly:

Signalling

Trouble

Upcoming.

 

Val

Waited,

Xeroxing

Yola’s

Zebras.

 

(The WordPress editor seems to be playing up today, so please excuse all the weird font-changes/sizes in this post!)

I’ll be back later with the next instalment of my take on Global/National Poetry Writing Month!

 

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Elegy – #NaPoWriMo19 – 18

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Hi 🙂

 

I write about grief and loss a lot.

I wrote a poem after the Grenfell Tower fire news bulletins (here), and the Manchester arena attack (here).

When I was 18 I wrote one about the horror that unfolded at Dunblane.  I lived not far from there at the time, and the death of children particularly haunts me.

I even write about imaginary loss sometimes.

Or ‘just’ how grief crumples you up.

I fervently miss a few people in my life, but I write most often about the void I experience  without my maternal grandmother (see here and the second poem from here, for example) she even creeps into short scenes I have written from prompts people have left me on my Facebook page!

So, when the Global/National Poetry Writing Month’s site said:

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail”

You’d think it would have been easy to comply.

Nope.

I enlisted a generator for inspiration and wrote a poem using all of the nine words I’d been given, then realised it read better when shaved to about two thirds of its size… I only ended up using “execute” and “describes” in my final cut.  I am not being a stickler for my usual generator rules for NaPoWriMo though, so it’s all good 😉

I don’t know if what I wrote meets the prompt for you, but I know that I’m referencing four relatives who have passed on in the poem, so I think it does…

 

I spend evenings wrapped in fluffy cardigans:

Ironed flat

Over a decade ago.

 

I still enunciate on the green hearth rug

In my head.

(Though I saw on the internet

The walls of that room

Came down a while ago –

And the paint and plaster job

Made it kind of difficult

To fathom where they even stood)

 

I searched for any mention

Of familial singing exploits

In 1930s papers.

 

I have deciphered a housewife’s handwriting –

The meals with which she grew my grandfather –

I’ve charted her obsessions,

Though she never knew my name.

 

 

I’ve started studying faces.

Each pencil stroke I execute

Feeling more intimate and magical

Than the last;

A connection to ancestry

Emerging slowly.

 

The bend of time sometimes visible

As the flow describes how we got here –

And how we’re never truly gone.

 

 

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Vigil – #NaPoWriMo19 – 17

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Hiya 🙂

 

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that…presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop” 

[Glo/NaPoWriMo prompt, from here]

 

I have concealed myself

At the foot of your bed many times;

Waking to the dawn,

The dust,

Your steady breath at last.

 

You never discover my vigils.

You’ve not spoken to me in days.

 

I know how he hits you:

How your sobs sound

Through two floors

And many tight doors.

 

Why does he always return?

Why do you allow such violations of your peace?

 

He reeks of things

I’m not sure you quite fathom.

It’s hard to tell he ever came from you.

 

Your face last night looked different.

I know it made you flinch, but I just had to lick it clean.

 

 

What’s happening there, then…?

 

Catch you back here tomorrow 🙂

 

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Freezer List – #NaPoWriMo19 – 16

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Hey there 🙂

 

“Today, I challenge you to write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane” [from the NaPoWriMo site]

Ok then…

 

My knees have caps of ice.

My fingernails fog blue

As my breath clouds white;

The bumps of gooseflesh sprawl

                                                          tiny

                                                                     jagged

                                                                                   hairs

That lift like needles

In every place a razor’s ever gone

(And some it hasn’t)

 

I do not dare

To open my mouth too long:

Every tooth will scream at each intake

Of crisp, bitter air.

 

I speak in icy shards.

 

My knuckles: swathed in wool

But still growing taught and dusty-skinned

Before the inevitable cracks appear.

 

I walk on foreign toes:

Strange drifting extremities

That, though muffled, transmit woe.

 

The seams of my jeans chafe

At chilled inner thighs –

Fashion feigning function.

 

The ‘perfect’ pale

Will be bright-blotched tonight.

 

See you tomorrow!

 

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Palatial – #NaPoWriMo19 – 15

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Good Evening! 

 

“Our prompt for today (optional, as always), takes its inspiration from the idea of a poem as a sort of tiny play, which can be performed dramatically….today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem” [from the NaPoWriMo site]

I love writing the kind of poem that could be performed!  I wrote this one and gave myself the idea for this blog, and I have written quite a few others over the years!

But what to make today’s ‘dramatic monologue’ about?  I was really a bit stumped. 

Motherhood again?  Some deep dark loss?

Enter: oh hallowed Random Word Generator

 

Hear ye, Hear ye:

Turn thy learn-ed eye

Upon this stunning replica

Of the Palace of Versailles!

Praise the manufacturer!

As winner of thine heart –

No small – no paltry residence

This wondrous work of art!

 

Storage? Boundless enclaves

Does this beauty here possess!

One could shelter a whole village

At this imposing address!

Such ostentatious living

Is not for the rank and file;

But they’ll all scheme to be like you

(Though they may hiss their denial)

 

So come: join me for the viewing of

This jewel of properties;

I can think of no circumstance

Where it could fail to please…!!

 

Who knew watching this news report today would prove to be so useful?! 😉

 

Take care and I’ll be baaaack, dearhearts…

 

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Of ‘Phones and ‘Graphs – #NaPoWriMo19 – 14

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Hello 🙂

 

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms, or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.”

When I read the above on the Global/National Poetry Writing Month’s site, this sliver of a poem came out, which makes use of alliteration, and a word that can be used literally or about a human:

 

Willing the wilted wallflower well,

I proceeded to pour

The liquid down her slender stem

(First fetching her off the floor)

She gasped and gagged, but guggle-gulped…

 

…but it didn’t really do what it was supposed to!

So I tried again:

 

Beware!

Um…there?

Beware!

Over…there?!

 

Can’t you hear?!

I’m happy over here?

They’re here!

No…HERE, here…?

Indeed: hear, hear!  It can start!

What can start?

The END!!  This is just the beginning…!

Oh.  Um…I’m lost, I’m afraid?

Yes, mortal, you should be afraid!

*Whimpers*

 

Which I found amusing, but it still didn’t hit the mark for me.

So I wrote the below and called it a night 😉

 

Though the only way out is through –

And he who rows heroes

Will wind into winds

Their crew knew not there could accrue –

We shall prevail.

 

I think the prospect of the school run starting up again tomorrow has put my brain into a different gear tonight, so I’m off to do some relaxing and reading!

Take care, and I’ll meet you back here tomorrow 🙂

 

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Spooky Stuff – #NaPoWriMo19 – 13

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Hi!

 

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky!”

Not one to deny the NaPoWriMo gods their fun, I came up with this wee ditty:

 

It’s eerily quiet

The playroom’s awash

With the sound of their nothing

And tidiness – gosh!

One of the last schoolday cuddles of them being 8 and 5!

 

 

There’s none of the bickering/

Playing the fool

I do believe…

…what’s that…?

They’ve gone back to school?!!

 

Two weeks have gone by rather quickly, all in all, and I will be walking our boys down the road on Monday a ‘whole year’ older (and with a few sad little hugs along the way, no doubt).  They are getting so BIG and, although it is rather full-on parenting 12+ hours every day for two weeks, the house will indeed be ghostly without them.

They will be off again on the 19th and 22nd for Easter, mind you – and so will hubby! 😉

I’ll see YOU here tomorrow, as it also marks the end of the second week of Glo/NaPoWriMo!  Exciting!

 

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On Finding That Shine – #NaPoWriMo19 – 12

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Heylo!

 

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it”

said the sage of NaPoWriMo

The first two lines popped into my head immediately, and I just riffed from there…

 

I attach sentimental meaning

To many a ‘dull’ thing

I employ imagination

And imbue them with some zing.

 

That bent knitting needle worked hard, so

I give my reverence;

The boys’ sippy cups hold water now

For painting forays hence.

 

Those wall-holes from the old stairgate

Look just like a jaunty face.

That stopped clock reminds me of the years

When we shared hubby’s first place.

 

This laundry bin is so ancient, 

But its shape just pleases me.

I should chuck these comfy trousers, 

Yet they saw me through two pregnancies!

 

So I ponder the definition

Gather up arguments

And remain a happy hoarder

Shining my ‘dull’ implements…

 

My prosody is a little off in places, but I’m not stressing about that too much at this time of night 😛

What dull things do you love in your house? (No being nasty about your family, now…!)

See you tomorrow! 🙂

 

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Origination – #NaPoWriMo19 – 11

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Hi 🙂

 

My optional prompt said:

“Today, taking a leaf from Elhillo’s work, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually?”

I can feel a bit of emotional turmoil coming on…

 

My ‘reality’ lies in a place far from here

(That I carry around every day)

In a flounce of blonde curls

In the twirl of a dress

In the unfettered rapture of play.

 

My ‘comfortable’ lies in the accepting smiles

Of a generation I still miss,

In a record’s crackle,

In the stories and songs;

In the slow and muted Sunday bliss.

 

My empathy mourns at too many graves.

Borne too early, it’s said from ‘misdeed’;

The silt of their follies

The sting of their regrets:

All that potential joy gone to seed…

 

In a church wrapped in mist, sits a being of light

(Who is male, because that’s what I craved)

He sees only my good,

I’m fin’lly understood!

He just loves: needs no deference or slave.

 

What do you feel are your roots…?

Meet you back here tomorrow to see what new poem originates from my keyboard!

(Yes, I am definitely missing my biros and pencils, but I am having to speed-write these as the kids are off…so it is straight into type at the moment!)

 

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