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Apr 25
HI!
“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live.” [From: Day Twenty-Five (napowrimo.net)]
I took a slightly different approach to the word ‘area’ than that which was meant, I think:
Her tousled April hair
Softly sheds blossom petals and biscuit crumbs
‘Cross my freshly laundered sheets
as she whispers me awake.
I walk behind her,
Bare feet thrilling on the checkered marble floor;
Follow
Into a familiar room I’ve never seen,
Hung with the scent of smoke and perfume,
Leather and carpets,
Porch tile and laundry powder,
Dogs and car fresheners…
There she turns and gives me a knowing look
And I’m forced to hear the ripping
Of her metamorphosis,
As I focus on a chocolate sofa.
I refuse a conversation,
Even when the familiar voice
Gives up its pleading
And I hear her leave.
I pad to the easel,
Mash appropriate colours
From oozing carapaces,
Smear their sacrifice
Onto a canvas rent with sticks.
Until a hankie box appears,
And a kettle sings somewhere,
While I flick a random wing from under my nail.
Nice and cheerful, eh…?
‘See’ you tomorrow!
Monty X
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Apr 30
Heylo!
So we are at the end of another NaPoWriMo! How has it gone for you, if you’ve been writing this month? Has it been a fast or slow one for you this year? Do you feel like you got into any grooves?
 My auntie bought me this very apt tee! Here April 2021 has been a weird month because Eldest has only managed to be in school for four days of it, due to the Easter holidays running from 2nd-18th inclusive then him just getting back before his whole class having to unfortunately isolate for 10 days due to a positive Covid case being found in their midst. Today was Eldest’s last day of isolation, and we have been extremely lucky in that the test he was asked to take on his 5th day came back negative, and he hasn’t developed any symptoms in the several since. He’ll be loose just in time to have his first haircut in 14 months tomorrow 😉
The last prompt for this year’s challenges said:
write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.” Fill your poem with sensory details, and make them as wild or intimate as you like.
With my recent experiences, I couldn’t really think past homeschool-y stuff, but Hubby reminded me of the mocking directions we received from Venetians while on our first holiday together. So the second poem I wrote incorporated that, and probably meets the brief a little better than my first. It still doesn’t adhere very well, mind you!
Venturing out in the warm marbled streets, we took a wrong turn.
Eagerly tried to jump into our map, then asked a native:
“left, then right, then over the bridge…” said he.
Nice gentleman, we thought, and bumbled down more architectural alleyways.
Ice creams in hand, we stopped another person, who looked exasperated too. Where to go?
“left, then right, then over the bridge”
Could it be we’d heard that before…? A sumptuous shawl here, a pastry or two there,
Enraptured by the setting sun, but no closer to home (our hearts sinking too) we went:
“left, then right, then over the bridge”
Left our wits in the bottom of a red wine glass.
Offered too many Euros for the right to be photographed by other tourists.
Spun around, laughing at our predicament.
Trip-trapped over water, and miraculously arrived.
We’re obviously in the mood to reminisce about holidays in our house this week 😉
The first poem I wrote, as I said, shows my recent preoccupations (this is the second time Eldest’s class has had to isolate since October) but it is again an acrostic one.
In a daze, I read the notification –
Surely not again?!
 Eldest’s 11 year old fingers are getting long! His thumb has already surpassed mine. Oh the sad face as he realises
Long days in the house
Are here once more!
Tangled feelings knot
In stomachs and foreheads,
Outbursts abound.
No corner of the house is safe.
Fasten in for a bumpy ride,
Regular active stuff takes a hiatus.
Energy slumps, but there are cuddles,
Even silly giggles over the
Drudgery of comprehension sheets.
Out of posters and maths and
Microsoft BLOODY Teams, we emerge thankful.
Hubby and I have not been offered any of our vaccine doses yet, plus it is always horrible to watch either of our kids go through any kind of illness, so it has been a bit of an anxious watch-n-wait game here. It really does make you think about what contingencies you can rely on, it’s such a scary thing having to send your kid into education for their own mental health, but to also have to weigh up in the back of your mind whether they would see it as worth the risk if they did lose a parent this young by bringing Covid back with them! How well could Hubby or I coach them through that eventuality?!
Plus, with all the variants, it feels like only a matter of time til the virus starts hounding the school age population. I try to turn my head off from those paths, but 2am thoughts are not kind…
So I am choosing to just be grateful that we dodged this latest threat, and not to fixate too much on how busy the town will be when we go to the hairdressers tomorrow 😉 hopefully Eldest and I will get a walk or two this weekend and the weather will be kinder than the downpours that my app predicts.
Eldest has done really well with his homeschool work and attended the (once a day) short calls with the various teachers, even though he didn’t really want to. He has been a star despite being cooped up and I think he is secretly proud of himself. It’s a good result in a less than desirable turn of events. And that is fab.
Thank you for stopping by during my NaPoWriMo 2021 exploits. Please continue to take care of yourselves, and I will attempt to write a post about the big hair-lopping session over the next day or so!
Ciao for now, lovely readers!
Monty X
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Apr 29
Hi!
Hope you are all ok?
It is after Midnight and I haven’t got this post out yet because I’ve been reading about our Skye holiday on the blog!!
The prompt on napowrimo.net for Day 29 was to:
Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene.
So I thought about this pic and then just had to read all the surrounding text, and subsequent other posts…
I did then write a poem, though 😉
Ah, Skye…
Our children in raptures
at the sight of so much sea
from multiple windows.
Boats and people
to make up narratives for.
A ponder or two about
a ‘staring’ red phone box.
How different the world felt then,
and yet we didn’t know
that even the small amount of exploration we managed
would be a wealth of freedom
to our ‘20s selves.
The air!
The clouds!
The beach trips!
Sunsets that stretched around bridges
that lead out
and joined others to us.
3 and two thirds years later
those views speak volumes,
whilst Eldest and I
tackle fractions,
praying for a reprieve.
Eldest was 7 and Youngest was 4 back in July 2017. How did time move so quickly?! Eldest is now staring down the summer before his last year of Primary School!
Which windows would you rather be looking out of right now?
Take care and I’ll meet you here tomorrow for the last poem of NaPoWriMo 2021!
Monty X
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Apr 27
Hello!
Hopefully no one is feeling too sorrowful today?
I was forced to contemplate the ‘dark side’ a bit for my poem, because my prompt said:
I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The entries are very vivid – maybe too vivid! But perhaps one of the sorrows will strike a chord with you, or even get you thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that you have, and that does not yet have a name. [from here]
I decided to poke around P7 of the assigned dictionary, because that is a lucky number for me. I found the words “Gnossienne” and “Adronitis” bookending the page. The first (roughly) means a frustration with never getting to know someone completely, the second (again roughly) is to do with feeling exasperated that you have to work on someone for a long time before getting to the deep stuff.
I am a person who can get others to spill their life stories with a tilt of the head and a heartfelt “are you ok?” at times. So these words spoke to me 😉 click on the words’ links to get to their fuller meanings.
Gnossienne
comes creeping in
a gift of sight
my cycles bring to light.
There are just some crazy days
all thoughts become ablaze
with everything you didn’t say;
I’m tapped into that frequency
and all pretence gets blown away.
I’m banging on locked doors
and searching for loose boards,
how can I adore
someone I can’t explore?
Adronitis.
I’d rather catch a lift
into the great abyss,
and hold a hand or two
ponder what we’d do
in the ‘perfect’ world,
our righteous minds unfurled
(Where pain would not exist
and we’d follow our bliss…)
Intense, and scarred by falls,
I’ll scale all of your walls;
disarm you with friendly glances
convince you I’ll take my chances.
Well, I have no idea whether I like that or not, it’s a crazy hour of the morning and I need to backdate this and get to bed 😉 take care, and ‘see’ you soon!
Monty X
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Apr 24
Howdy!
How you doing?
So who doesn’t like reading about sharks and Megalodons?! I turned to P16 and 20 of a book called World Of Animals Book of Sharks and Ocean Predators that I found on the Readly app to fulfil the brief for Day 24’s Napo prompt:
Find a factual article about an animal. A Wikipedia article or something from National Geographic would do nicely – just make sure it repeats the name of the animal a lot. Now, go back through the text and replace the name of the animal with something else – it could be something very abstract, like “sadness” or “my heart,” or something more concrete, like “the streetlight outside my window that won’t stop blinking.” You should wind up with some very funny and even touching combinations, which you can then rearrange and edit into a poem.
I chose to use the world ‘fear’ to replace ‘shark’. P20 has a nice illustration of how Megalodons would measure up to humans and explains they fed on whales. I chose to play about with my word substitution in an excerpt from P16:
Nearly every stereotype of the fear is wrong. They aren’t primitive animals, they aren’t mindless killing machines and they don’t prey on humans.
Fears are elasmobranchs, meaning that they are fish with cartilage skeletons instead of bones. Far from being an evolutionary leftover, however, this evolved to save weight so large fears could still be fast and agile swimmers.
Cartilage also lets fear conserve calcium and phosphorus, which is important because they need both for making teeth. And they get through a lot of those. Fears treat their teeth as disposable weapons and can lose a couple with every bite…
[ISBN 978 1785 461 187]
As the last step, I wrote a poem using what I had learned about ‘fear’ thanks to this prompt.
Whale-cries from my stomach.
Some Megalodon
has risen from the depths
to finish me off;
its blunt nose in my business,
its looming shadow
the movement at the corner of my eye.
Sharp serrations.
Searing.
Ossifying oddness left behind.
Prefrontal! Prelimbic!
ATTACK!!
Prehistoric predator prevails.
If you are interested, I read an article about Fear and the brain’s responses to it here.
The kids are away out in the back garden playing footie with their dad and will want my laptop when they’re back. I have been giving out a lot of hugs and talking about sharks, so again this has taken a while to construct 😉
I hope you have sunshine and good things to look forward to whatever your Saturday brings. Take care and have fun!
Monty X
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Apr 21
Hi 😊
Hope you are all well? It is a glorious sunny day here, but I have entered spooky territory with today’s prompt:
Have you ever heard or read the nursery rhyme, “There was a man of double deed?” It’s quite creepy! A lot of its effectiveness can be traced back to how, after the first couplet, the lines all begin with the same two phrases (either “When the . . .” or “Twas like,”). The way that these phrases resolve gets more and more bizarre over the course of the poem, giving it a headlong, inevitable feeling.
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like this one, uses lines that have a repetitive set-up. [from www.napowrimo.net]
I kept thinking about Poe while writing my answer to the prompt, and all the associated ponderings and thoughts this gave way to helped me get the ending to come out in a rush 😉
Alas, she came to marry me.
Alas, the me she chose to see
Was (alas!) not worth her time.
Alas, I became naught but slime.
Alas, this slime it chose to stick,
Alas! This sticking made her sick;
Alas! This sickness cost her mind,
Alas! Her brain then chose to find
A sick, sticking place; dark and gruesome!
(A horrid, putrid, TOMB this twosome!)
A thorny bed, a sick-stuck head,
A MURDER, then, was committed…
Yeah.
So it really is a lovely day out there.
I’m off to get some lunch (!) take care of yourselves, and I’ll be baaaack 😉
Monty X
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Apr 20
Hiya 😊
The NaPoWriMo site said:
Our (optional) prompt for the day is to write a sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Like the haiku, it has three lines, but the lines are much longer. Typically, they are 14-16 syllables, and optimally each line will consist of two parts – like two sentences, or a sentence of two clauses divided by a comma. In terms of overall structure, a sijo functions like an abbreviated sonnet, in that the first line sets up an inquiry or discussion, the second line continues the discussion, and the third line resolves it with a “twist” or surprise. For more on the sijo, check out the primer here and a long list of examples in English, here.
I found this tricky. I wanted to write something quickly because I started late, but I had to slow down and think about how I was supposed to construct this Sijo. How annoying, huh?
So:
3-4-4-4 (15)
3-4-4-4 (15)
3-5, 4-3 (15)
is the syllable pattern outlined in the first link the site gave me, and it has to go: line one = theme line two = elaboration and then line three = twist and conclusion.
this was my first one:
A perfect, well-positioned, all mod-conned out, marital home.
Village life, four gorgeous kids, decent cars and a well-paid job.
Alcohol. Covid takes its toll. Sudden lay-offs – depression.
Unfortunately, it’s clunky and cobbled together. I had one more try:
In my tree, the fluffy clouds form pictures and sometimes birds come.
I stay still, listening hard. It smells like rain and foliage.
My children call me down for tea. I hid my pills by the swing.
There’s so much to poetry that I only learn through these prompts! I like the second one better, but I’ll still not be winning any competitions with a Sijo just yet 😉
It’s nearly kid collecting time again!
Take care and I’ll ‘see’ you on the flip side…can you believe that’s me two thirds of the way through NaPo for another year?!
Monty X
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Apr 19
How Do?!
This was napowrimo.net’s prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves.
I’ve spent a lot of time talking/texting with another of my inspirational friends over the last three weeks or so. Her commitment to taking action and working through problems is amazing.
So, what is getting on my nerves the most?
Yours truly!
It’s actually quite often the case, if I burrow down into my disgruntledness. Endlessly boring, but there you go. I wrote a rant anyway (not like me, lol). It’s not particularly funny.
I’m sick to death of being ‘me’
the things I think about! I see
the worst that could go wrong, and yes
the grains of truth in every jest.
(To hear me speak you’d never guess
that I’m incredibly blessed)
I analyse the faintest hint
someone has found out that I’ve lint
where one would oft expect a brain.
My indolence provides no gain.
My reticence is in the spots
it shouldn’t be, and I have lots
of places where I should hold back
and don’t; so they then all attack
my sense of worth. I talk too much
without any true point as such,
and think too far, but get nowhere;
hoard crafty stuff with undue care;
cry buckets at the simplest things;
hatch schemes that never comfort brings;
toil for hours with no pay, but
claim employment churns up my gut.
Watch all the influencers list
ways to catch up on all I’ve missed,
so get fired up, do twenty chores
(for which I’m usually too bored)
and end resentfully, in bed,
my pelvis aching, and my head.
But Jordan Peterson extolls
the best way to myself enrol:
it’s just to bargain (not to rule
as if I was thrown back in school
would even listen to the gist
when standing shaking cranal fists).
Just be fair (and even gentle)
on myself, and don’t go mental!
He doesn’t get my game is lost
before it starts, despite the cost:
Self-sabotage is waaaay too fun –
who doesn’t love a frantic mum?!
Just to underline some of the points above, this poem took so long to construct that I am going to have to throw this on the blog and scarper to collect the kiddies (I’ve done some housework today too, however 😉 )
Take care and I’ll ‘see’ you for Day 20. Byeeeeee!
Monty X
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Apr 18
Hello!
Hope you are all well?
The prompt for today was:
to write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature.
[from here]
I chose the title “catching myself” and actually wrote a few poems trying to ‘catch’ a thought. None of them please me, but the below is probably the best of a bad lot:
I can’t trust my reality:
staring into eyes that are not mine.
Wearing dull clothes.
And a generic, pouched skin
(as if I bought it
with some giftcard)
My movements: backwards.
My motives: blurred.
Catching myself thinking: “that reflection must be me…?”
I gravitate instead
into the arms of my children’s chattiness.
I drink them in,
wishing 40 years could fall from me.
Running wild and free,
two madcap big brothers
showing me the ropes.
I’d still be a third wheel,
but I’d probably squeak less.
Annnnnd tomorrow is another day 😊
Take care, and hopefully I’ll get the rest of the week’s posts out before lunchtime each day as the kids are back at school as from tomorrow! I can’t really believe we’re going into the summer term already, the last of P3 and P6 for our boys ☹ They are getting far too big…
Monty X
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Apr 11
Hi!
My poem prompt for today (see here) was to write a letter to a fictional or famous person and then for them to write back.
I am a sucker for watching people give me their opinion on how to live a better life (particularly other mums) on YouTube and Instagram. Most of what I see I really admire, some of it I cringe at and some I never subscribe to because it has a vibe I can’t really get with.
At the outset, I will stress that I know these are legitimate businesses, I have purchased and read a lot of books (and enjoyed them!) from and because of people I have followed on different platforms (whether they be mum vloggers, psychologists, decluttering experts, crafters, TED talk givers, business gurus, artists or whatever) and I am always fascinated by the discipline and thought that has gone on behind the scenes. I know it sometimes takes hours for me to construct just one blog post, so I don’t know how they can put out so much content and not go crazy!
Dear Mama,
Your pretty kiddies in a row
Your business – thriving!
Husband – jiving!
All your cupboards out on show…
Thick make-up, in a hospital:
a quick procedure,
tweaked some feature,
home again and chores corralled.
I see you smiling, through their noise –
Planned activity
“neat” proclivity
exercises ‘midst the toys.
Inside this blessed benevolence:
kids’ private lives?
exhausted wife?
No camera trained in evidence.
You – weeping ball of stress, unseen?
Insta-addicted?
Doubt-inflicted?
Just extrovert in the extreme?
P.S. I do not ask in ‘hate’
with your work upon my plate
I’d crumble; so I ask in awe,
and really hope your human flaws
have space, are honoured just the same
as other mamas’ in this game;
This life of service that we have
You guys sure make look pretty suave…
Dear Monty,
Thanks for your interest
in us –
Oh!
Can you please invest
in this course, this tee, this new set
of homewares – oh, and don’t forget
my new book launches in two weeks!
(I’m so excited ‘cos it seeks
to change bad habits into wins
and all these other fabby things
So please buy…)
Oh, now, where was I?
Yes! Your letter! I can tell
that your comments do mean well
but, really, I am one smart girl,
I’ll teach you how to get great curls,
Whip yo’self into fab shape,
Tone your abs, portion your plate,
Fix money worries, clean your house,
Menu plan, crochet a mouse…
D.I.Y shelving, paint your rooms,
Find 15 uses for old brooms…
And still get my kids’ outfits neat,
conquer my laundry, feed the street;
attend meetings, scrub my floors,
put home-made wreathes up on my doors!
So really, when you look at YOU,
Then all the things that I can do,
There is no contest – is there, chick?!
So quit moaning,
and pay me –
quick!
Please don’t take the above personally if you feel I am trying to drag other people down, (though I see a lot of the first letter’s stuff posted in comments etc and sometimes do think it myself, depending on the video). Most people I follow are very open about their mental health and how “imperfect” life can be vs Instagram or YouTube ideals, however, and most look at advertising as “icky” in the early days of them gaining traction, but then begin slipping it into everything and it becomes “normal”.
Every business has to advertise, and this is just the new model of doing it that society has adopted in the digital age. I fully believe these mamas work hard for the money they get, and part of me is cheering that we are maybe finally recognising that the act of child rearing definitely needs stategy and planning – which isn’t easy!
There’s just part of me that wonders if we are falling into a new trap with it all? Hence the satire. But I still consume a plethora of this content myself 😉
Again, who am I to pipe up though, sitting on my backside writing a poetry post, whilst my hubby and Youngest sleep in til past 10am on this truly Sun-day morning?! My Eldest is whooshing about free-playing in our ‘sunroom’ with some superhero toys, and the only childreary/housework stuff I’ve done so far today is: hugged my Eldest loads, denied him some screen time, listen to his long complicated ramble about Minecraft – and put in a laundry load full of underpants.
Plus my hair is a mess…
Take care of yourself, and I’ll catch you tomorrow 🙂
Monty X
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