Gifted- #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 20

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Hello!

 

The prompt for Day 20 was to write about a home/handmade gift I had received:

 

On an old Christmas tree

That has seen its fair share

Of just-saved almost-topplings

And general wear,

There are treasures all nestled –

They grow every year –

Because one special crafter

Thrives on Christmas cheer!

 

We are not talking alcohol,

Mince pies or ‘nog;

A mishap with turkey,

Or mistletoe snogs –

 

No! She gets all a-flutter

With glue, paper and cloth,

And wee jingly bells,

Some pipe cleaners (and fluff)

 

It’s all just so damn homely

To survey that tree;

Each single decoration

Seems golden, to me 😊

 

As a bit of a ‘maker’ myself (the poem is about my mum) I really do appreciate the time and effort that goes into any handmade offering. I love that a person must think about you a lot while making you something, so it is already infused with positivity and pleasing memories. The way I see it, crafters have forever imprinted a piece of themselves into the materials they use, because time is something none of us have enough of in this life (no matter how bored you may feel in lockdown…) and yet a ‘maker’ has chosen to encapsulate some of theirs in their art or craft in order to make you feel loved 😊

The kids have great fun decorating our tree every year – and Christmas 2019 they really seemed to take an interest in telling me which deccies they remembered and why. Here you can see not only my mum’s lovely creations peeking out, but also sourdough offerings from the kids’ nursery days, my grumpy fairy I knitted over a decade ago, and various wee knick knacks others have given us over the years. It may look a jumbled mess to many, but I wouldn’t have our tree any other way 😉

 

Are you crafting in these times of social isolation? Do you have a cherished recipient in mind?

 

Big hugs, stay safe, and I’ll ‘see’ you for Day 21’s prompt!

 

Monty X

 

 

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Not A Trifle – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 19

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Hi!

Today’s suggestion was a lovely one:

our optional prompt challenges you to write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting things – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk. If you’re unable to get out of the house (as many of us now are), you can create a “walking archive” by wandering around your own home and gathering knick-knacks, family photos, maybe a strange spice or kitchen gadget you never use. One you’ve finished your gathering, lay all your materials out on  a tray table, like museum specimens. Now, let your group of materials inspire your poem! You can write about just one of the things you’ve gathered, or how all of them are all linked, or even what they say about you, who chose them and brought them together. [From here]

but unfortunately I read it after I was firmly ensconced under my duvet (and laptop)…so I improvised and wrote about what Youngest presented me with after his walk.

Cheat?  Yes.

Bovvered?   Nah…

 

A walk with your dad

And a bike with a loose chain.

There, in your hand,

Are flowers. Face a cheeky grin.

3 little weeds but

Enough for a Mother’s smile:

Lost in my thoughts,

Now aware of my glowy child.

 

Tumbling curls and

Happy for your compliments,

You love the colours, though

Not crazy for the weedy scents.

I swill a trifle tub

And now there’s a ‘vase’

Elevating those sweet offerings

To last a few more days.

 

I definitely will be storing up the proper poem ponder-fest for another day when I am more ‘free’ and able to actually linger outside of my own garden without feeling like everyone thinks I am flouting regulations 😉 being someone who has been known to hug strangers pretty regularly, and stand chatting for hours, it is still a strange thing to be clock-watching and crossing roads/traversing grass verges so often in order to give people a wide berth and observe the one hour rule. 

I’m glad our kids are taking the restrictions seriously, I’m happy to report that they have relinquished their pavement-hogger ways without much protest, bless them.

Anyway, enjoy your walks if and when you manage to get them, and as always: big hugs, stay safe…

                                               and off we jolly well!

 

Monty X

 

 

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An Ode Owed – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 18

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Hey there 😊

 

It’s fun having a prompt site declare it is challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures! I came up with this wee four liner:

 

Oh blossom, poised ‘tween bud and bloom!

Oh birdsong, heard in sunlit rooms;

Oh sweetened breeze, oh warmer air:

How much you tempt me from my chair!

The pic is from our cherry blossom out the front, that Eldest has always referred to as ‘his’ tree. It is right outside our south-facing livingroom (and his bedroom window too) and I have spent many a happy crafting/tea/art/writing break looking out at the birds hopping along familiar branches over the last decade-and-a-bit.

I saw a picture on Facebook of the gorgeous (pink) cherry blossom tree in my inlaws’ garden, that my MIL had posted. They live in Ireland, and theirs seems to be further along than ours, and I should imagine it gets a bit more TLC than ours does, too!

 

Having spent the first five years of my life in Edinburgh, and then returning to live there for 18 months in Hubby’s flat before we moved to our current house, blossom to me always puts me in mind of The Meadows. Spring is definitely my favourite season!

 

What are you revelling in at the moment? Let me know in the comments 😊

 

Big hugs, stay safe, and onwards to Day 19!

 

Monty X

 

 

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Prized – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 17

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Howdy do!

 

Today, I challenge you to write a poem that features forgotten technology

Whispered the NaPoWriMo site to the poetic part of my brain….

 

I won it in a competition,

Got my picture in the paper

Grinning; with my hands clutched around the unopened box.

I suddenly had a source of isolation

In others’ words

(And from them…)

 

I could wander with song!

 

My Grandfather introduced me to the lyrics of Queen,

His neat capitals

On a black and beige cassette;

A gesture I really appreciated

Despite the sarky comment:

TO HER MAJESTY – THE QUEEN, FROM GRANDAD.

 

Someone had obviously tested

That my prize worked:

A Chris De Burgh tape

Was nestled within.

 

Grandad approved of him, too.

 

So: I went for many a walk, man!

Dancing in public was always a risk…

Maybe more smiling than grinning?! 1987, 9 years old, (I’m the one in the middle) having drawn a “house of the future” that was also a rocket. Mum said it was my descriptions of it that swung the deal 😉

Do you have a gadget that you remember fondly from your childhood? Please tell me about it in the comments, or link to your NaPo offering for Day 17. I’d love to read it!

 

Big hugs, stay safe, and off we go to Day 18!

 

Monty X

 

 

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On Walking – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 16

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Hi!

 

The prompt for Day 16 was:

Pick a person, place, or thing you love, and praise it in the most effusive way you can.

So I thought about what I am pining for in this lockdown situation, and I wrote about that:

 

I love you!

My brain-cells firing

In infinite directions.

 

The majesty of your forgiveness!

The clarity you foster!

The rewiring you encourage!

 

The feeling of escape when I embrace you!

And yet:

You always bring me closer to myself.

 

Your peace envelops me.

You grace refocuses me.

 

I’m always shown

Something that I need.

 

Your stories are endless,

Your lessons are always timely.

Oh! How I miss

Your silence,

Light,

And space!

 

My wonderful muse:

Always there

(Until you weren’t)

 

My companion throughout my late teens,

My refuge in these adult woes.

 

A place to breathe,

To ponder,

To splice theories;

And reposition shards of shattered self-care.

 

Oh! How I miss

Your serenity,

Your colour and company!

 

Until we meet again –

Please save some steps for me…?

 

So, tell me: are you missing long walks by yourself as much I am?! 😉

Stay safe, big hugs, and I’ll see you for prompt 17!

 

Monty X

 

 

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Viral Lyrics? – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 15

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Hello 😊

 

The optional prompt for today was for me to write a poem inspired by my favourite music. According to Spotify, I listened to the artist Pink the most last year, so I thought about an episode of Ellen I watched about Pink’s battle with Corona Virus; and wrote a song. Not commercially viable, of course (!) but here it is:

 

V1:

Covid-19 you weren’t supposed to be mean

To a 3 year old boy

That I shelter.

That helpless young frame…

And despite all my fame

They couldn’t test,

And then make him better.

 

Chorus:

We draw our rainbows large,

Health service supercharged;

We’re staying on the couch

None of us going out.

The horror on T.V

Could take out you or me

So we’re trying to be kind

Keeping our loved ones in mind.

 

V2:

Covid-19, oh tell me what does it mean

When can life be resurrected?

We spent Easter alone,

Just ghosts on a phone

Lord tell us:

How many souls are infected?

 

Chorus:

We draw our rainbows large,

Health service supercharged;

We’re staying on the couch

None of us going out.

The horror on T.V

Could take out you or me

So we’re trying to be kind

Keeping our loved ones in mind.

 

Bridge:

What’s with the hospital surge,

Then talk of flattening curves?

A pandemic, but no vaccination –

A president in a rant

About fake news, who can’t

Admit failure

Towards his own nation!

 

(Chorus)

 

Rap:

How do we fight this disease?

C’mon answer me, please?

Just out for my groceries

And masks are all I can see.

 

And I’m searching the skies

Massive tears in my eyes,

Lord, now please hear our cries

Before more thousands die.

 

 

Outro

Covid-19, oh tell me what does it mean

When can life be resurrected?

 

(Chorus to fade)

 

 

I hope you are all doing ok today?

I had Youngest out in the back garden yesterday, but Eldest didn’t want to join us. He soon regretted his decision, however, when he saw how much scope for hilarious mis-hits the sloping lawn afforded us, and also how many angles Youngest managed to shoot from that frustrated my efforts at goal keeping! Youngest even managed a spectacular chip shot that went perfectly over my head and yet landed before it was in danger of clearing the fence into the lane 😉

So Eldest had no complaints today when the garden was suggested again! The kids were giggling a lot, and once more I was suitably rubbish in goals…and also at scoring them. The sun shone for us again too, which is always a great way to lift one’s spirits.

 

What shenanigans have you seen kids getting up to in your neighbourhood?

 

We also made biscuits with the Easter cookie cutters today:

 

Later we iced them with glossy goopy wonderfulness that tasted goood.  Who knew sugar, milk and golden syrup would be that much fun?!

 

Stay safe, and I’ll catch you soon for Day 16’s piece.

 

Monty X

 

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Em-ulation? – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 14

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Hiya 😊

 

The prompt for Day 14 of NaPoWriMo was:

…to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. These could be poems/poets/people that you strive to be like, or even poems, poets, and people that you strive not to be like.

Enid Blyton was my main early writing influence and goodness knows the woman was prolific, so I gorged on her for a long time! I really liked reading the work of Liz Lochhead and Norman McCaig in school, and Shakespeare is of course up there…I really just fell into the whole rhyming poetry thing from Blyton though 😉 I carried on because I got good feedback from home and school; then I switched to experimenting with blank and free verse in my mid-teens upon the advice of the (sadly no longer with us) children’s author Rennie McOwan. And here I am, posting on my (predominantly) poetry blog almost 30 years later!

I wrote the below about a certain poet I came across in University, however:

 

 

I gasped – for there were telling ways –

I could have been E.D –

A twitch of the familiar – 

As I was first reading.

 

But who am I to make great haste

To justify my days –

As though they’re bound for greatness, when

I’m reclined in my grave?

 

(Those familiar with this poet probably won’t need this link to see what I played with above, but just in case…)

Stay safe everyone, big hugs and I’ll ‘see’ you in the next post!

 

Monty X

 

 

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Easter Monday Musing – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 13

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Hey there 😊

 

Did you all have some Easter festivities despite the unprecedented circumstances we all find ourselves in? I hope the sun shone for you and raised your spirits.

Yesterday we had an ‘egg and yum’ hunt in the Dining room, Kitchen, Playroom and Living room, where the kids got to look for chocolate goodies their grandparents had given us for them, as well as the eggs I had crocheted back when Eldest was two. (I still have the clues I wrote for him then, I read them and smile every year).

Before lunch, we watched Dr Who as a family, using the projector that the kids decided to pool their collated Amazon vouchers to buy earlier this year. After lunch we all sat down and coloured in the fancy eggs on our printed Easter basket templates. This was an activity recommended to us in the school learning pack for Eldest, and it was actually a lovely way to spend a calm hour or so; sharing pencils and commenting on each other’s colourways.

The rest of the afternoon was spent on the X-box, but it was nice to watch the kids discovering new games on Roblox together and giggling as others turfed their characters off buildings or zombies tried to get them…

Today we did another family Easter activity, this time taking two polystyrene eggs each and decorating them with pens, material and/or paper scraps that we’ve had in a Playroom tub for years. Again, this was a surprisingly enjoyable experience!

We also decided to take the boys out for some exercise. We can wander for an hour a day under Scotland’s restrictions, and all in one trip. Youngest wanted to go on his bike, so Hubby took him off in one direction, and Eldest and I set out on foot in the other. It was a very sunny (if still slightly chilly) day, so Eldest took me on what is probably his first “magical mystery tour” of the new decade 😉 he found it surreal that we have to keep away from people so much and that some would literally cross the road when they saw us coming, but Eldest still looped his arm through mine and enthusiastically pointed out all the rainbows on people’s windows as we traversed the surrounding streets as per his hap-hazard wont.

I can’t believe how tall he’s getting…!

 

Anyway, the NaPoWriMo prompt was:

Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.

I wrote many different rhyming and non-rhyming answers to this, but as I was trying to do so as the kids were serenading their dad in the shower (!) I couldn’t really get anything down that I liked the feel of. Below is my pick of a bad bunch 😉

 

Easter Monday Musing

 

Long nights awake

Listening to the rain on a window

Above a busy street.

A manhole cover cu-clunking,

But you’re asleep,

And I’m thinking about us

And the many unknowns ahead.

 

The moments with a newborn’s

Head perfume.

A clock tick

And a promise

Locked deep in my heart.

Hoping osmosis will happen

Because I can’t find the words.

 

The hereditary bunions

And the bows in my fingers.

The gasp as a reluctant ankle

Screams its defiance

In the first two steps.

My ‘teacher look’

And an antiquated turn of phrase.

 

Parts of different people’s youth,

Through birth and dissonance.

My Grandma’s yarn.

Large swathes of time

That should have been

Dedicated to housework.

Others’ hopes for me.

 

Chocolate.

Kisses.

Sometimes both together;

Soon smearing

‘cross a toddler’s hand.

A larger spoon of cake mix

Than the boys’.

 

But all the things I stole

Accumulated in this whole;

All the wrongs became a Wright

And I can still sleep…some nights.

 

I suppose it’s on my mind that we are all having bonus moments with each other in this comfy and yes, restless house of ours as things stand. When I listen to the news reports about the devastating effects that Covid-19 has had on other families, and see statistics and coloured graphs, it also hits me that others are having moments they should have experienced ripped away from them.

I feel blessed that I have spent many hours eschewing more ‘productive’ or adult pursuits throughout life in favour of sitting in cafes or bars (or on the phone lines/internet…) talking about anything and everything with the people I care about.  I am a gatherer of stories and memories. I may not have written that best-selling novel (yet), run a business (yet!) or kept a particularly clean house (!) but the human connection over hot beverages and sweet treats has always been worth it to me. I will definitely be indulging in that happy pastime again as soon as I can!

I hope you got to talk to your loved ones near and far over the Easter weekend, and I send you all my best wishes for staying connected and healthy over the weeks to come.

 

Monty X

 

 

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Insider – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 12

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Hello!

 

I give up, it is definitely going the way of the short poem this year!

Day 12’s prompt on the NaPoWriMo site asked me to construct a triolet poem.

 

Rules of the Triolet Form

The requirements of this fixed form are straightforward: the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus, the poet writes only five original lines, giving the triolet a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines. [from here]

I think the author of the above might have a different take on the word ‘straightforward’ to the rest of us?! Anyway, I think I figured it out 😉

 

Introvert In 2020

 

This staying in is music to my ears,

I never excelled socially at all!

Don’t you know I’m a slave to my fears?

This staying in is music to my ears!

Hat’s off to those with fancy-pants careers

(I know if I’d to do them, skies would fall)

This staying in is MUSIC to my ears,

I never excelled socially at all

 

Big hugs to anybody feeling trapped and hemmed in right now, I can imagine extroverted personalities especially will be feeling very ‘wronged’ at the moment. How are you coping with the social distancing restrictions? I hope you are doing ok and that you can find some positives within your day to stop you thinking about the grim side of all this for at least an hour or two.

I’m looking forward to Day 13’s prompt, NaPoWriMo seems to be flying past this year, but I am sure my days would feel slower if I didn’t have the kids about 😉 Catch you soon!

 

Monty X

 

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Angelica – #NaPoWriMo20 – Day 11

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Hey 🙂

My prompt for today was a bit of a head scratcher:

I challenge you to write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.

It then gave me a link to a book of flower connotations to peruse. I read up on the meaning and usage of the herb I had settled upon, then wrote a poem trying to incorporate those.

 

She tended my fevered brow,

Bade me drink from her drafts

Steeped in hushed folklore

And community whispers.

“The herb of angels” she said

Waving the white blooms

Ritualistically

Over my head.

 

I will paint her in the garden,

While the fairies run and hide

From the wind chime toll.

 

Not sure if that hit any mark whatsoever, but there we are 😉

 

Keep on washing those hands and hanging in there, and I’ll ‘see’ you for Day 12…

 

 

Monty X

 

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