Hiya 😊
Today’s prompt was, indeed, kinder to my melancholy tendencies! I did manage to get a darker poem out of it in the end, but the first one I wrote was more upbeat *shrugs*
Our (optional) prompt for the day is to write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. For example, what’s on the Tooth Fairy’s to-do list? Or on the to-do list of Genghis Khan? Of a housefly? Your list can be a mix of extremely boring things and wild things. [from napowrimo.net]
As usual, the birds were pretty loud this morning. A Woodpigeon woke Youngest up around 5.50am (how rude) but he (Youngest) went back to sleep after a bathroom visit. His room is at the front of the house, but round the back with me it was mostly doves that were shuffling about. Which gave me an idea…
Ms. DOVE’S WORLD
I’ve got to: wake that poet up,
Peck dumped seeds out of the muck,
Clean my branches,
Preen my wings –
Oh! So many little things!
Silvia has asked me to
keep an eye on Flora’s crew.
(She’s had some trouble
down the block,
after hatching quite the flock.)
Mr Owl’s got a cold,
Wee Holly Squirrel’s found some gold!
I’ve buds to tap on
Ants to shoo –
There really is so much to dooooo!
I quite like the above poem 😉 the syllables are a bit off in places, but it has that Blyton-y feel behind it that I like.
Just after I had written it and got myself a coffee etc (so getting on for 7.20am or so) a disgruntled and out-of-breath-looking dove landed on a branch near my window at the right moment for me to take a pic. I’m not good at telling birds apart, but I assume she was a female because she was warily watching another Dove that landed above her. Sure enough, the other Dove started chasing her from branch to branch and trying to land on her, and she was giving out lots of calls that (to my human ears) sounded like “NO!!”.
Cue my darker poem…
I do protest
Mr Dove;
I have clearly voiced
my unwillingness
to sate your strong desires.
Please desist,
RESIST!
the nature of Spring.
Do not give chase,
my cries
can be heard throughout the garden.
Dozing humans know
my suffering.
Please may I keep
my body – soul intact –
and not be exhausted into submission?
What use are wings,
when all my freedom’s seen as merely moot?
I think I need to work on this second poem a bit, but the children are awake and the first laundry of the day has reached its spin cycle, so I’d better vamoose! Can’t believe I’m almost a third of the way through NaPo again!
I hope you have a great day, whatever you get up to, take care and please come back tomorrow so I can share Day 10 with you 😊
Monty X
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