Age Related – #NaPoWriMo22 – Day 7

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Hello!

 

From napowrimo.net:

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying.

As it is Eldest’s birthday today, I went for a couple about age [Source: https://proverbicals.com/age]

 

I have read, on that tome called the internet,

“Grey hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom”.

And to think I was quite looking forward

To my Nana Coco days:  more little hands,

Trusting and sticky, wrapped round a rock bun

My gnarling digits had helped them to make;

Dreaming wistfully of reading picture books

To listening littlies, answering questions

About the good old days and explaining

Why dictionaries, landlines, and cassettes

Had their place in the world when I was young,

To more wide-eyed wonder than their fathers’!

 

chocolate cake decorated with chocolate eggs

Germans apparently say a lot that:

“Old age is no protection against foolishness”

And this one seems to pan out, as I am

Already facing my mid forties and

My newly 9 and 12 year olds do claim

My idiocy gleams daily.  I know

They roll their eyes at the fuss and hug quotient

I deem as gifts.  They educate me on

‘Proper’ behaviour more frequently than

I remember doing for my elders.

My schooling’s not a match to their native

Digital genius.  I’m chopped liver.

 

And yet many a soggy shoulder or

Wakeful night worrying’s to come, I feel.

I would suspect, hair dyed or no, I’ll play my part

And maybe earn some respect on the way…?

 

 

Eldest woke up a few minutes before his time of birth this morning, and I got to hold his hand as he turned 12.  I also managed not to cry!! This meant he was bargaining for YouTube by about 7.05am but hey, he did show me some of his friends’ channels and also had a laugh with me over random videos about elephants messing about, so it was a nice start to the morning!

Eldest opened his presents and then we all watched Iron Man 2 on Amazon Prime together.  Afterwards, it was on to making buttercream icing and adorning the spongecake the boys and I made together yesterday morning.  There is a tradition here of poking chocolate mini eggs into the icing, as we have Spring ‘babies’ (Youngest did the same for his cake 8 days ago, see above!) but Eldest decided he and his brother would also add some sprinkles.  No complaints here!

We got a Domino’s pizzas in for dinner before we cut and sampled the cake.  It was a good meal!

Sponge cake with icing

Eldest’s birthday sponge

How on EARTH do we have a pre-teen in the house, though?! He hit double figures at the start of the Pandemic and time has just seemed to do crazy stuff since then.  Feels so weird looking at this kid, who is only a head shorter than me now, and thinking through all the transitions he and I have gone through to get here.  He’s definitely been one of my greatest teachers, this firstborn rascal of ours 😉

Anyway, I’d better go and watch some Dr Who with the kids before bedtime (as always requested) and save this draft until I have time to put the pics on it! Take care, and I’ll return for Day 8.

 

Monty X

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Chronological Veto? – #NaPoWriMo22 – Day 3

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Hey there!

 

Today’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo site is a bit complicated:

It’s a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza. Traditionally, each stanza has ten lines, but don’t feel obligated to hold yourself to that!

I have bits of others’ poetry in my head a lot from school and university, so it took me a bit of tapping around to alight on a poem I wanted to use.  I was looking for ‘straightforward’ lines with no enjambment and simple enough imagery that I could rework, etc.

I finally chose the middle four-line stanza of  Philip Larkin’s “I Have Started To Say”.  The theme was easy to expand upon and the lines were pretty short!  When reading about the Glosa, I had also seen that the line lengths are supposed to be roughly the same as the line in the original poem.  I have not accomplished this, but what I have done is made sure each line matches the number of syllables the last (borrowed) line has.  Plus, I did stick to the convention of making each of my stanzas ten lines long. Which was a challenge!

I have bolded the last lines so you can see what the original Larkin stanza said. I’ll let you decide whether the poem I ended up with works ok 😉

 

Reading my C V

Confronts me with dates

Of past endeavours,

Forces the chill of

Recognition when

The maths is done, and

I really feel the

Weight of all those years

Compound on my chest.

It makes me breathless.

 

A part of me likes to Peter Pan

(I would assume we’re all the same) but

This feels more existential than that;

Flicking through the official story

Of how I have spent my time on earth –

The employable me, the useful

So many memories assault my

Inner silver screen. It’s a mixed bag,

But my stomach swoops and suddenly

It’s like falling and recovering.

 

I am not sure about

Where the fear came from, as

In my mind I’ve embraced

My future Jessica:

A tad nosy, good friends,

Classy clothes, opinions

Expressed politely while

Using my teacher hands

To illustrate my points

In huge gesturing loops…

 

 

Mrs Fletcher, though,

Was not blessed with kids,

And seemed to fill days

With more worth than I

Surface things deceive.

Ask my boys, they’ll say

Mum’s ‘homely’ record

Shows she’s really not

Chartering lamely
Through an empty sky.

 

Incidentally, I found this tweet and really like it!!

 

Phew! Well, let’s hope Day 4’s prompt is a little less mind bending!

 

Monty X

 

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To My Boys – #NaPoWriMo22 – Day 2

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Hi!

 

The prompt from napowrimo.net for Day 2 said:

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words.

So I chose from the below:

 

and wrote –

 

I glocidate

To educate,

(I cluck to underline)

My care of you’s

Sincere and true;

I’m so glad you are ‘mine’.

 

See you on Day 3! 😉

 

 

Monty X

 

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Looking to the Skye – Day Twenty-Nine – #NaPoWriMo21

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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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Feeling Low? – Day Twenty-Six – #NaPoWriMo21

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Coo-eee!

Welcome back, and have a wee virtual hug from me 🙂

I was tasked with writing a parody today:

Besides being fun, writing parodies can be a great way to hone your poetic skills – particularly your sense of rhyme and sound, as you try to mimic the form of an existing poem while changing the content. Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it. 

[from napowrimo.net]

 

Well, the song I chose doesn’t annoy me as such, it just has been parodied a lot and gets earwormy after a while 😉 I chose “Let It Go” from the Disney film FrozenHere is a version with the original lyrics if you want to follow along with my take on it in a different tab or something. 

Hubby did suggest that I uploaded a clip of me singing the below, but I doubt I’d get through it without laughing as I attempted to hit some of the ambitious notes 😉

 

I’m out of fight and I’m holding him tight,

Eldest’s bunny is a dream;

Our friend through all isolations

Cutest face you’ve ever seen.

My mind is howling like a twister got inside

Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried…

Don’t let them in,

Don’t let them see,

Eat secret choc’late in the lavatory;

Banana peels,

Oh heaven knows

This mess just blows…

 

Feeling low?

Feeling low!

Pick your stuff up off the floor,

Feeling low?

Feeling low!

Don’t you dare slam that door!

You’ll soon care:

Fortnite’s going away.

Let the kids rage on

They weren’t gonna get V-bucks anyway.

 

It’s funny how home-schooling

Makes you a big stress ball

And peers through the controller

Can drive you up the wall!

It’s time to come off that X-box

You’ve tested limits lots and lots,

For right and wrong there’s rules you see

Trust meeeeee…

 

Feeling low?

Feeling low!

No more emotes can you buy,

Feeling low?

Feeling low!

Now don’t you start to cry!

Here I stand

And here I’ll stay,

Let the kids rage on…

 

My patience fluctuates until your butt I’ll ground,

My life is spiralling, some pieces of me can’t be found;

Why are your arguments so whiney, lame and crass?

If your pal hopped off a cliff, would you follow his path?!

 

Feeling low?

Feeling low!

Why’d you rise at the break of dawn?!

Feeling low?

Feeling low!

Where’s all the Oatibix gone?!

Here I stand, in the light of day,

Let the kids rage oooooonnnnnn

They’re not buying more V-bucks anyway.

 

Obviously the above makes more sense if you live with kids who play Fortnite!  V-bucks are the currency in the game that they buy things like ‘emotes’ with, and V-bucks cost real money.  So basically, Epic Games (who tout Fortnite as a free-to-own game) want demented parents shelling out silly amounts of money every month due to ‘pester power’.  Not too keen on that!

Don’t worry though, I try not to eat between meals so there’s no secret chocolate stash in our loo.  That was just poetic licence.  Honest… 😉

Well, Day 26 is now done! Take care and I’ll catch you tomorrow.

 

Monty X

 

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Responsive- Day Twenty-Three – #NaPoWriMo21

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Hello!

My prompt was: today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another.

I went onto Instagram and looked up ‘#poetry’.  The below was the one that spoke to me first

 

 

here’s my reply:

 

Maybe the rhythm

still soothes that part of you

sick with responsibility.

Maybe my warmth

can quash your frantic thoughts

for another year.

Maybe the fact I’m still willing

to sit and listen –

ignore all the ‘pressing’ stuff,

just feel your growing body

sag a little

into these aging arms –

means quite a lot to you.

Maybe, no matter how hard it gets,

I’ll gain strength from the trust in your eyes.

 

It’s another late posting I’m afraid, sorry!  April always ends up being such a busy month 😉

 

Take care and I’ll catch you for Day 24 tomorrow 😉

 

Monty X

 

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Time Toddles On – Day Twenty-two – #NaPoWriMo21

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Hey 😊

Today I was busy with stuff in the house, so this is going to be up later than usual, but I hope you’ve all been feeling good?

The prompt said: today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place. [from napowrimo.net]

Weirdly, I wrote ANOTHER rhyming poem.  The syllable counts aren’t uniform, but they aren’t awful 😉

 

BRANCHING OUT

 

The toddler bed nestles

our couch-back, in parts;

I dismantled it

with an ache in my heart.

No toddlers now live here,

nor have for some time;

weight limit’s exceeded,

and this I know fine.

But memories plague me,

and tug at my hem

along with ‘near’ futures:

nest empty. Flown men.

Those dimply wee knuckles

tucked ‘neath sleeping faces

I spied through the bed guards

are gone.  In their places

Are capable digits

and oft-furrowed brows

that puzzle at problems,

seem wisdom-endowed.

But that bed cushioned nightmares

and furthered kid freedom,

furnished the way for

new-grown arboretums.

 

There is something in my eye *fans face with her hand*.

The pic above is of Youngest from last year, with his usual myriad of fluffy friends – and his own topsy turvy take on sleeping conventions! The bed only recommended a kid of up to 50lbs slept in it, and at 8 years old Youngest has just crept over that figure.

He now has one of the single beds my mum had squirrelled away in the eves of her house, which Eldest helped me put together on Saturday.  We must have done a reasonable job because that’s it stayed intact for most of a week!

Well, I’m off to watched an episode of Star Trek with the menfolk before the kids go down, so take care and I’ll catch you tomorrow 😊

 

Monty X

 

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Catching Myself – Day Eighteen – #NaPoWriMo21

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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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Dear InstaMama – Day Eleven – #NaPoWriMo21

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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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Rappel – Day Eight – #NaPoWriMo21

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Hi

I hated today’s prompt. I awoke later than planned and didn’t get the time to really sit with the feelings that came up for me, either: 

I call this one “Return to Spoon River,” after Edgar Lee Masters’ eminently creepy 1915 book Spoon River Anthology. The book consists of well over 100 poetic monologues, each spoken by a person buried in the cemetery of the fictional town of Spoon River, Illinois.

Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. [from NaPoWriMo.net]

 

I scribbled another poem that was whispering to me, but it wasn’t related.

My sons barrelled in around 8.45am and found me staring out of my bedroom window with tears on my cheeks, and I couldn’t explain that my thoughts are with a friend facing her grief head on today, as well as with those the pandemic has touched, and my younger self, and with all the tellers of the stories of loss and pain I have ever heard.  Where does one start with that?! 

The boys were offering hugs, so I gladly took them, but it all soon descended into a drama about Nerf Guns (!)  (If you have seen the Snickers advert with the Gremlin, you will understand why Eldest is not at his best before breakfast!  😉)

So anyway, I had read the parts of the specified anthology that talked about the Pantier family, and couldn’t really get into it.  I wrote half a ‘poem’ before the kids came through, and half after they went to get themselves fed (eventually. Why do they refuse so much?!). 

I don’t want to play about with what I scribbled, I just want to post it up and move on.  I hope tomorrow’s prompt is a kinder one!

 

Welcome to the pit

Where my hushed bones lie in order,

No longer protesting

At my wasted energies.

 

Gone is the womb that held

Your beginnings, wrapped in my second born.

 

Gone is the brain we prized,

Gone is the perfumed flesh,

– my laugh

– my tears.

 

My spark is out.

 

How much do you love me now?

 

 

Urgh 🙁 

 

In happier news (!!) Eldest really enjoyed the Fortnite-themed shenanigans in the park with his friends yesterday.  It was lovely to hear our boys (Youngest went too) relating all their team manoeuvres and near-misses to both sets of (slightly confused) grandparents over the phone 😉 I’m so glad another mum suggested I booked them in for the event!  Poor Eldest never got a party last year for hitting double figures, but he’ll definitely remember his 11th .

We were also doorstepped by some friends later, and the naughty twosome gave both our boys presents.  I always feel a little guilty for having bestowed birthdays just eight days apart, but our friends and family are lovely about it! I dread to imagine what any joint  21st/18th party will look like, however! I think I’ll move out until that hangover subsides from them…

Take care, and I’ll ‘see’ you tomorrow 😊

 

Monty X

 

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