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A Chant of Labour and Reward #NaPoWriMo2018 17

Pare the bank and lift the sod Firm it on the ground To reconnect with the peat Push the spade into the black And make the first cut One of many to come The fillers arms await And barrow or... Continue Reading →

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Middy and Me #NaPoWriMo2018 16

I am hungry! I can see your desperation Feed me now! I reach for tin and opener I love you, I really do! There you go, enjoy! Go away! I don't need you now Ungrateful wretch! Bah! You are Nothing... Continue Reading →

Mirror Mirror #NaPoWriMo2018 15

Rue the day I do, ere I looked at you Every morning, filled with regret Foolish girl, who listened to you - Listened to an enchanting voice. Enough now of your blandishments! Cease your false compliments and lies! Today I... Continue Reading →

Empty Moon #NaPoWriMo2018 14

I didn't find God on the moon Not a he nor a she did I find Only rocks and shadows did I see. Not an alien to run and hide Only empty rockscape - an alien world That fills our... Continue Reading →

A Syllabic Disaster #NaPoWriMo2018 13

Google You were no help I could not understand This syllabic verse idea I have given up now I will not try Goodbye

After The Listeners by Walter de la Mare #NaPoWriMo2018 12

Is there anybody there? Said the Traveller As the rain, it pelted down He beat the door with a sodden fist And glared with a stormy frown Why won't you answer the door, he shouted I can hear you moving... Continue Reading →

Family counts #NaPoWriMo2018 11

-1 I wasn't the first There was the girl who came before me Whose three names I inherited One I arrived in winter, premature And terrifying in my tininess I slept in a sock drawer Two My brother arrived in... Continue Reading →

Anagram Nightmare #NaPoWriMo2018 10

Devastated, I cannot read! I feel cursed, my dear My hands flutter like a robin That searches for nut or nib I lie abed staring at the time The numbers that neon emit I yawn and toss and turn To... Continue Reading →

Sacramental #NaPoWriMo2018 09

I do not go usually To the Church I was born to, Only the Church That is the earth. Special family events The big three: Births, deaths and marriages. I love to stand in an empty church And hear the... Continue Reading →

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