#NaPoWriMo cheat, bloody CHEAT!

Questionable love

On my own
Try not to cry
Time’s gone by
No longer back-to-back
In poetic attack
Now it’s gone
Four as one
Writing each day
The NaPoWriMo Way
Writing each day
Four as one
Now it’s gone
In poetic attack
No longer back-to-back
Time’s gone by
Try not to cry
On my own


So the time is here, when no more our band of merry Musketeers meet daily to share and write and amaze me, and I’m sad – some of the most incredible fun has been had, and now it’s over – a sobering thought.

But I can’t resist ending by bending the rules.

This one’s for Rod and Jesi and Cindy – you guys have made this AMAZING. Thank you so much  ❤


#NaPoWriMo When you have something Precious

You know shes a diamond and shes constantly undersold

Such a Precious wonder that I won’t ever let her go
Even though I know that common sense might tell me so
So fragile of heart, but full of  wonderful fight
Never ready to let you love her
(Though she’ll love you right)

She’s always ready to shout, encourage, cheer
Turning up the music to hide her deafened ears
You could have her for an hour but not to hold
Always verging on eruption
She might lash out and leave you cold

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

She’ll leave you abandoned in a place that can’t exist
Continue her life as though you’d never be missed
Parading her heart so shiny like fool’s gold
Though you know it’s a diamond
And she’s constantly undersold

She can smash you to pieces but never quite meet your eye
Her armour’s a fiction; it takes so little to make her cry
Somewhere there’s a small scar beneath her mouth
Where the final nail of pain drove in
And the last bit of innocence bled out

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

If she likes you she’ll make it her pleasure to lift you higher
The heat of her affection makes you the bright guy on top of the fire
But if you try to hold her too long she’ll wriggle away
The brash and the flashy are safer
The still and the small and quiet leave her deadly afraid

She has a hundred facets and many are set to amuse
She’s a hall of mirrors and loves to keep you confused
But if you get beyond the glass and the smoke you’ll see
Her beautiful heart and mind
And how she yearns for safety

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

If you earn her loyalty she’ll be with you forever
A long-haul friend who’ll let you face life together
Somehow the broken pieces between you fit right in
And you hope that one day you can hold her
Can still her, and tell her that Love wins

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…rockabye.



Our prompt for today was to write a review. I wanted to, and I kinda did – it’s a review of a friendship which means an awful lot to me, but which is with someone as complex as she is wonderful. Today I was stilled by something, and unable to respond adequately. It’s taken until now to work through that, and I didn’t want to stymie what matters (my response) by adhering too strongly to a prompt. So we’ll call it poetic license and be content.

#NaPoWriMo Bridging the gap

Play with words


Bridging the gap
Gap between worlds
Worlds between wires
Wires hold the words
Words are the bridge
Bridge between hearts
Hearts make the whole
Whole is the start
Start of the group
Group brings us in
In it together
Together we win
Win is the reason
Reason we try
Try to discover
Discover just why
Why we all matter
Matter to you
You are the people
People we choose
Choose to befriend
Befriend and be free
Free to be closer
Closer to me
Me on a journey
Journey in plane
Plane builds a bridge
Bridge is the same
Same in the way
Way we build bonds
Bonds which cross over
Over ‘The Pond’
‘The Pond’ doesn’t matter
Matter what may
May we find right
Right way to play
Play, laugh and cry
Cry out our words
Words are the bridge
Bridge makes us whole



Today’s prompt was simple – a bridge. Of whatever kind.
So I wrote my favourite bridge – the kind which exists
to bring us together – whether it be words or planes
it counts.

#NaPoWriMo Wasteland

No Love Lost

In between
Layers of self

Two worlds
Belonging in neither

Torn apart
Lives now incompatible

New way
Same but different

So unwanted
Never the plan

And yea -wanted
I am


Today we had to write a thing which sounds like a sneeze gone wrong (a hay(na)ku (gesundheit!)) which is a tiny poem operating in three lines of one, two and three words. You can do these as stand-alone pieces or link them as part of a longer poem. Well, I needed to write a bit longer than six words, because today Husby left. I’m still processing all the ins and outs, but that’s what came out in the poem.

I give up.


#NaPoWriMo The Algea

The rending of our sorrow will be heard  The Algea

We cry our raindrop tears
From sodden, marble lids
Let the wind howl our lament
Let it carry from our midst
Around the world
The rending of our sorrow
Will be heard

Our faces staid in masks
Of long-borne grief
Observe the pain of years
Ne’er destined for relief
From this sharp world
The rending of our sorrow
Must be heard

Our lonely arms
Will ne’er embrace elation
Alabaster; raised
In stony supplication
Yielding to the world
The rending of our sorrow
Shall be heard

Our bodies fixed in anguish;
Dolor carved
We cling forever,
Our misery never halved
By this cruel world
The rending of our sorrow
Needs to be heard

Our heartache on display
Algos, Akhos, Lupa;
Grievers, we
Lament this world
The rending of our sorrow
Will e’er be heard



Our prompt today was to write a persona poem; one a bit more serious than other, recent prompts have elicited, and so, being tired of life and in the kind of mood where sadness is hanging in the edges of the air, I wrote of statues, carved forever into their pain – a public spectacle of misery which would result in congratulation for the sculptor and endless sadness for the statues (were they sentient (not in a freaky in-yer-face, Dr Who-style way, either)).

So I researched to figure out who would like as not be turned into such a piece of artistry and upset, and the Algea appeared in my world – three Greek goddesses whose embodiment was grief, sadness, and mental and physical pain. Learn more about them here.

#NaPoWriMo I’ve Got a Blank Space, Baby

Play with words

Captain Nemo:
To him I go
Any other I write
Would’st ire incite

00NaPoWriMo15Today’s prompt was to write a clerihew – a short-and-sweet quatrain with a person’s name at the start of it. There was something to do with line length (maybe) and suggestions as to whom we might consider worthy of a place in our poem.

Which sucked, because there are SO MANY to whom I would have front and centre-stage in my poem:

Rod – who writes so bravely and with such love

Cindy – who has FUN, and promotes others so beautifully

Jesi – who writes real and raw and beautiful

Scott – who can write the depths and breadths of life

Beth – who doesn’t write nearly enough poetry, but can STUN me with her words

Hasty – who *is* my heart

…but in being stymied I shall invite you – make a difference with words -write free, and write real. It matters.

#NaPoWriMo What’s On The Cards?

Whats on the cards Joker Joker Joker

Higgledy piggledy Joker-me
The cards have come to play, you see
Where’s the lady? 1, 2, 3…
Higgledy piggledy Joker-me

Kings and crowns and hand-me-downs
Be entertained by jesting clowns
Who wear their smiles to hide their frowns
Kings and crowns and hand-me-downs

Cuddle-me, muddle-me, Joker-dear
A frown’s a smile and a smile’s a tear
Reach out your hands for the thing you fear
Cuddle-me, muddle-me, Joker-dear

Seek the wicked Queen of Spades
Whose heart is black as coal-mine days
She takes you down with poison blades
Seek the wicked Queen of Spades

Haggle-me, straddle-me, Joker-game
The King’s come out to lay the blame
No more the Queen, no longer the same
Haggle-me, straddle-me, Joker-game

Jump the jolly one-eyed Jack
Who’s never there when you look back
He’ll make you scream – he’s got the knack
Jump the jolly one-eyed Jack

Follow-me, hollow-me, Joker-rules
The House knows how to play the fools
It makes them think they have the tools
Follow-me, hollow-me, Joker-rules

You can keep your two of hearts
Stranger-danger; diamond starts
What we conjoined now tear apart
You can keep your two of hearts

Angle-me, strangle-me, Joker-strife
Not mother, not lover, no more a wife
I’ll flip the deck and take back my life
Angle-me, strangle-me, Joker-strife

Bring me your wicked five of clubs
I’ll wonder who to tag as subs
Give me a minute; we’ll see what rubs
Bring me your wicked five of clubs

Yelling-me, telling-me, Joker-debt
We drink to game and to soon forget
We put all our chips on a stupid bet
Yelling-me, telling-me, Joker-debt

Gorge me on threes and fives and nines
Show me your darkness and I’ll show you mine
Let me build life where the stars can shine
Gorge me on threes and fives and nines

Story-me, all-of-me, Joker’s done
Beginning’s long-gone and the end’s begun
I’m walking away and I’ll reach the sun
Story-me, all-of-me, Joker’s done.

Hearts and tarts and summer’s day
The Joker knows the games you play
The King is toppled; the Knave can stay
Hearts and tarts and summer’s day


We were meant to split a pack of cards and free-write for five minutes about what we found, then write it up as a poem from there. I don’t have a pack within arm’s reach but I know which card would pick me. Probably. And I spent time ‘freestyling’ as I ran home from boxing. So there’s that.