Monty – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 26

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Hi!

Day 26’s prompt was:

“Write a portrait poem that focuses on or plays with the meaning of the subject’s name. This could be a self-portrait, a portrait of a family member or close friend, or even a portrait of a famous or historical person” [from here]

 

So I had to cobble something together, as I was stumped (and overtired from one of those frustrating days when I wandered about getting lots of things half done, but didn’t actually ‘achieve’ much – though I managed to do over 10k steps without leaving the house!  Thanks restlessness, heehee):

 

What a fool

Is that Monty!

So uncool,

(Far too jaunty).

Smiling at

You all like friends,

Carving content

With her pen.

From French ‘mountain’

(Means “pointed hill” )

But there’s a take

That’s better still:

She’s the whole deal/

The whole she-bang;

It’s all a-swirling

‘Round her

– dang!

A ‘plume’ to hide ‘hind?

Yes, we know:

All smoke and mirrors,

All for show.

But maybe someday

She’ll catch sight

Of her picked pen name

Up in lights…😉

 

Here’s my former offering (which I like much more) from when I tackled a similar prompt back in ’21!

Hopefully I do better with Day 27’s directions 😉

 

Monty X

 

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Het Up – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 25

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Hellooooo 😉

It’s Day Twenty-Fiii-iiive…

 

“Begin by reading e e cummings’ poem [somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond]. This is a pretty classic love poem, so well-known that it has spawned at least one silly meme. Today’s prompt challenges you to also write a love poem, one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places.” [from here]

 

I had fun writing this one, and it again began to take shape by using a word from the prompt 😉

 

[NB:  Scottish kids from where I did most of my growing up used to say “You’re Het!” if they caught you in a game of tig (tag).  That meant that you were now ‘it’, or the chaser. ]

 

I’m the parent-hetical

So stifling and logical

I’ll hasten you with prod-icals

(Run screaming from me, toddicals!)

I stalk

                 your bedrooms

                                                       nightly

Wrap you both up so tightly

Step

in

when

you’re

all

fight-ly

(Let your dandelions delight me).

I am summoned when you cry,

Or when you just don’t want to try;

Always assuring: “You’re the guy!!”

                                                             y.

                                                        k

I’ll praise hard effort to the s

 

I’m (annoyingly) just there

When you wish I didn’t care.

(I’m not bothered who will stare,

If there’s a lesson I can share.)

 

Cos I’m addicted to your strops,

And your crazy-hair-day ‘mops’ –

My motivation never stops,

Around you boys so

 

                                                           CALL THE COPS!!

 

A love poem of sorts to my cherubs, no?!  I mean look at the cuteness I lived with every day:

Youngest was 3 and Eldest was 6 here, on our hols to Castle Douglas in 2016. Eldest read to his brother a lot that holiday, and Youngest really appreciated it 🙂

 

See ya the morra 😉

 

Monty X

 

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Review – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 24

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Hi!

NaPoWriMo’s 24th prompt lead me towards a poem I didn’t expect to pop out of me today, but it felt cathartic <3

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed.” [from here]

 

*Trigger Warning: Suicide*


Ten out of ten for consequence,
Ensuring nothing made much sense;
For leaving everyone you knew
So struck with grief (but anger too).
Yes, your religion likes to say:
“You committed sin that day,
And though you’d nuances at play,
Your empty space makes others pay”.

You always struck me as such fun,
And a devoted friend and mum;
But circumstances truly sucked…
I hate you felt all out of luck.
Well done for all the friends you made,
So many people wish you’d stayed,
Your Facebook page I visit still,
I like to see your smile, at will.
Your children grieve you even now,
(I know you’re watching them somehow)
The state of mind that sealed the act
Did not explore all the impacts.

But, as I age, the more I see,
What grew in you’s also in me.
I make my choices every day
To stand in solidarity –
Rememb’ring we can never know
The full extent of what’s unshown;
Each person’s island is awash
With all their traumas, fears and loss.
(Some of us do a stellar job
Of plastering a smile – a fob)

I’m sorry I was one of those
Who saw your businesses and clothes
(And driving skill, organised home…)
Assumed you rarely felt alone.

You had a purpose, made your mark.


Now you’re a beacon in my dark.

 

Be back soon for Day 25 – last week of NaPo ’23! 

 

Monty X

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Too Fooled For School – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 23

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Hey 🙂

Did you miss me?! Day 23 dawned and this was the prompt on the NaPoWriMo site:

“Start off by reading Arvind Krishna Mehrotra’s “Lockdown Garden.” Now, try to write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.” [from here]

I decided to go with a narrator’s voice following the ‘main character’, then interspersed that with two other characters.  You can see if it works:

 

1.

A crisp packet curls,

Carefully caressing the current.

 

Despite the classroom confines

Of cool computation,

this curious character

contemplates the curve

of tree-congested scenery;

While conjuring the courageous

Casting of a climbing cord –

And her absconding.

 

2.

Here we go again

Why do I bother?!

There’s Donny’s stupid “mordez” chant again

(What does that even MEAN?)

I really need him to knuckle down.

I know he’s a nice kid and everything

But geez…

And if Duncan whacks that chair off the back wall once more, I freaking SWEAR!!

Honestly, he thinks he can get off with murder cos of that stupid kiss-curl.

[Yeah, yeah Superman, whatever you think…]

Annnd there she is, little Miss Daydream –

She REALLY needs to pull her socks up!

Can’t tear her eyes away from the window –

I really should move her,

I’m not convinced she can even see the board properly from there, anyway?

But if I swap her with Duncan she’ll have to sit behind Trisha

And Trisha can be mean

(Who’d want to breathe in all that Impulse O2 cloud, anyway?!)

And if I put her down the front she’ll have to sit in with all the boys

And they’ll distract her.

And I learned my lesson sitting her next to Lesley –

Oooooh –

Those two can chat for the whole British Isles!

She seems happy enough, I suppose.

She always hands in all her work

After she finishes it at home.

I’ll just mention how unfocused she always is to her mum on Thursday,

I think she’s one of the ones who’s got a slot with me…?

 

3.

A packed lunch in a playground

Where the kids are much too ‘cool’

Is never any fun at all:

Better to leave the school.

A swing park after midday

Is this people-watcher’s dream,

As the teenagers take over

Spinning fast – the girls scream.

Autumnal leaves are coming,

But the warmth’s still in the sun;

And, though she’s slunk from all her friends,

This feels so free and fun.

 

4.

“Hiv ye seen it?”

“Oh my God all on her no pals again?!”

“Ah ken, got tae sit starin’ at us a’… D’ye hink she fancies one ae us…?”

“God, I hope it’s no me!”

“Or me!  Mibby it’s one o’ the lassies…! HIE! 4-EYED BLONDIE! WAN’ A PITCHER?”

“Ooft look at the rid neck!”

“OR YE JIST WAN’ A GO, EH?! COME ROUN’ THOSE TREES AN’ WE’LL TALK, EH?!”

“Dinnae go gettin’ her hopes up, mind!!”

“Nae bo’er mate, if she’s gein it oot fur free ah’m achully no that fussy.  She’d prob’ly look nae bad if she ran a brush o’er that heid and ditched the glaesis.”

“That right, aye?!”

“Shut it!  Ah’m just sayin’…”

“Too late anyway, she’s leavin’, that’s the bell”

“Ah hink I’m done fur the day, like”

“You no’ in enough trouble, mate?”

“Nah, you run along, ah’ll just stoat aboot here.  Cannae be faffed wi’ any mare o’ that writin’ bollocks…”

 

5.

Their cat-calls and verbal volleys

Penetrate poetic pores,

(Sotto serpent’s rants/repeats

Lancing creative core).

 

Yup, wouldn’t go back to High School if you paid me – luckily they knocked mine down so I can’t 😉

See you soon for Day 24!

 

Monty X

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Emilyorate?! – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 22

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Hi!

I have a long-standing dinner date planned for this evening, and was hoping today’s prompt was going to to be an easy one, so I could get on with all the stuff I need to do before I get out.  When I read it was about Ms Dickinson, however, I knew it was not to be rushed…!

“Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!” [from here]

I did find one I had not read before, quite a few in fact, and stopped for them a little longer than I should have (a bit like death…but only the ‘doom scroll’y kind 😉 ).  I loved the premise of “Forever – Is composed of Nows” (see the picture for a screenshot) but decided to change it to mean something slightly different.

 

Forever is composed of noise,

It’s not a different chime

To that of Infiniteness;

But gratitude of Home

From this experience is enhanced.

 

Relish the dates to these hallowed days,

Don’t let months dissolve in further months

And years fold in on years.

 

Without debate or pause,

Or celebrated days,

How indifferent our years would be!

 

Like faceless dominoes.

 

I hope it fits the prompt ok for you, I did not break lines but I don’t hate it 🙂 see you back here for Day 23!

 

Monty X

 

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Courage in Failure – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 21

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Hiya 🙂

I was very tired after getting lost in a decluttering project (having done the usual householdy stuff and my reading and Duolingo targets) that was actually very interesting because I was looking through all my jewellery and make-up and hair accessories… But I got to bedtime (after scrubbing off lots of very pigmented eye shadow in the shower…) and realised that although I had read a few others’ poems for NaPoWriMo Day 21, I hadn’t written my own!

The prompt said:

“choose an abstract noun from the list below, and then use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.” [From here]

So I wrote a quick haiku, chopped up the longer line, and was asleep pretty much straight away!

(Yeah, I’m backdating this post again 😉 ). (My self-care accessories are now nicely organised, however, and I let go of quite a bit)

 

Courage in Failure

 

One kerfudgulates*,

Pivots,

pirouettes,

re-plans,

Ends ninjabulous*.

 

Monty’s Glossary:

 

*Kerfudgulates = messes up spectacularly; to fall on one’s face with a wonderfully onomatopoeic ‘kersplat’.

*Ninjabulous = to be a black belt in coping/getting oneself out of sticky situations/fighting one’s corner (or out of a tight one).

 

Meet ya back here (later) for Day 22!

 

Monty X

 

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Future Fancy – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 20

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Hello!

It’s NaPoWriMo Day 20!

“Today, I’d like to challenge you to…exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist” [from Day Twenty (napowrimo.net)]

The alliteration that Maureen Thorson used at the end of that prompt started a snowball in my brain, and I chased it off downhill…

 

In a far-off future

My fate is fact.

My facades are fractured:

Some ‘friend’ flowed forth

My fetid failings

At a forlorn funeral

Few fashed for.

 

Or maybe my photo

Fixes frowns,

Is fondly referred to

By family far flung?

And friendly folk,

(Whose fortunate forefathers

Once followed my forays

On my Comfy forum)

Feverishly froth over

My fabulous fame

From my fifties onwards.

 

This fumbling facsimile

Of functional furniture

To fashion my fiction on

Might find itself

Foraged from my estate

And forced in front

Of futuristic fawners.

 

And I didn’t eff up.

 

Meet you back here for Day 21 😉

 

Monty X

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Formative To Phobia – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 19

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Hi 🙂

It’s Day 19 of NaPoWriMo and I didn’t have to think too deeply for the answer to this prompt:

“For this challenge, start by reading Marlanda Dekine’s poem “My Grandma Told Stories or Cautionary Tales.” One common feature of childhood is the monsters. The ones under the bed or in the closet; the odd local monsters that other kids swear roam the creek at night, or that parents say wait to steal away naughty children that don’t go to bed on time. Now, cast your mind back to your own childhood and write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you (if only a little bit) today.” [from here]

I spent my first few years in a multi-generational household 😉

 

When I was young

I sucked my thumb.

Not seen

then

as sensory input,

or self-soothing,

my Great Grandmother would

shout “MUSH!!”:

to remind me that said thumb

was saliva-soluble

past a certain

(undefined, but always close)

point.

 

Cobwebs congregated in my nostrils too,

apparently.

Luckily, I didn’t

dwell

on that image too much

until later in life.

(They were probably left

by the arachnids accused

of messing up my tresses

every time I’d woken

from deep sleep.)

 

Below are three pictures of my Great Grandmother (my maternal grandmother’s mum…).  The first is from circa the early 1920s with her family (two sisters, two brothers and her parents) she’s second from the left. The next picture would have been taken in late 1933/ early 1934 (if we assume the baby in her lap is my maternal Grandmother) and the third picture is as I knew her; it must have been taken in the early 1980s as we moved from that house in the summer of 1986, when I was 8 and a half, but she lived into her (and the early 19-)90s so I visited her into my teens.

 

 

I am glad there has been much more research into how we can build our children up so they are less ruled by fears, doubts about their appearance, and shame around honoring their own needs and interests that mean they may take longer than their peers to achieve milestones; or just may have diverse functional abilities in certain areas that they will need to work with for the rest of their lives. 

Child development and how our perceptions of ‘normal’ have evolved through the centuries is an area I never really tire of reading/hearing about.  It’s fascinating…but can also be very overwhelming, especially as a parent currently at the teen/tween stages (feeling like she is the receptacle for many generations’ first-hand accounts and child rearing examples) who ‘should’ know the best way to deal with any given situation by now, but inevitably fails a lot 😉 The more I parent, the more it becomes infinitely clear that there is no one-size-fits-all strategy, because each child is an individual – even in the womb! – and I am still growing and evolving, as is the society in which we live.

Annnyyyywaaay – catch you for Day 20!

 

Monty X

 

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Alphabetical Journey – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 18

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How Do?!


This was a fun prompt:


“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.” [from here]


Another
Bleedin’
Crafty
Dafty
Ever so drafty,
Flight into the
Galloping
Hullabaloo that
Is my creative mind.


Just hold onto your hats, peeps!!
Keep your
Limbs inside your vessel at all times
Melissa didn’t and we’ve
Not heard from her in…
Oh..? A
Plethora of
Quarter moons.


Righty-o then,
Shall we away?


Trust nothing, especially those
Unbelievably cute things over yonder:
Vicious they are, rabid, and curiously
Wibbly. Distantly related to the
Xenopus.


You, at the back there!
Zip up that life jacket, things are about to get slimy…

I wrote a poem using this format for NaPoWriMo 2019 (see here) which was even more nonsensical, so I feel I am improving ;-P

Catch you tomorrow for Day 19!

 

Monty X

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Bearing Fruit – #NaPoWriMo23 – Day 17

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Hey 🙂


Hmmm, again today’s NaPoWriMo prompt stymied me:


“Begin by reading Sayuri Ayers’ poem “In the Season of Pink Ladies.” A pretty common piece of writing advice is that poets should know, and use, the precise names for things. Don’t say flower when you can say daisy. Don’t say bird when you mean a hawk. Today’s challenge asks you to write a poem that contains the name of a specific variety of edible plant – preferably one that grows in your area…In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you. Also, include at least one repeating phrase.” [From here]

But then I wrote the below up to “flavour” and decided to have a wee Google…

 

I will not wither on this vine:

Too busy blushing

To be tossed into

The salad of life.

I will not wither on this vine,

Shaking with the scandals

They spoke through me.

I’ll grow boldly,

Full of flavour,

Festooning golden nuggets;

Blue Beauty at it’s best.

 

I got the last two lines by looking up tomato varieties, and found “Golden Nugget” and “Blue Beauty” were featured as seed types on Ebay! Isn’t the internet grand?!

(I had most of my 3 years’ worth of hair cut off at the end of March – and dyed blue – in case I haven’t mentioned that, hence the last line made me grin 😉 ).

Annnd onwards to Day 18…!

 

Monty X

 

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