NaPoWriMo day 30

Final day of NaPoWriMo! Today’s prompt was to write a poem of farewell.

You wave from a distance

Always these are said to be good,

But must they be?

Consider regretful sigh instead

Rather than your cheery idiom.

Or maybe a determined stare,

From one who won’t return?

Or the harsh tongue biting

From a once scorned lover.

Maybe some departures are bleak,

But this won’t break the norm.

All that is left to say

With an unforced grin is

Goodbye, for now, and good luck.


So that’s number thirty finished! I will return to my normal posts soon and I aim to post once or twice a week (though it’s exam season so this might not happen). Hope you enjoyed the poetry this month and goodbye until my next post!


NaPoWriMo day 29

Today’s prompt is the ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects’. I think I covered all twenty here, but I’m not sure it makes much sense.


Knives strike at my ears

Heads will explode at three o’clock

The taste of the air is heavy.

As Descartes said in Stockholm,

Cognito ergo sum.

Thinking is the past time of fools

For brief moments lost to thought,

Will be bitter comfort at the end.

The hysterical laughter of failure

Is rather more historical than that.

For exam papers cause sun burn

And flutegirl flies away.

And in flying failure leaves

And the wind will whisper.

But the knives fall through the sky.

NaPoWriMo day 28

Today’s prompt was to compose a poem made from the words in a news article.

Military officials seized amid continuing action

Self-Proclaimed insignias control town and city

US aimed sanctions, uncertain of power

Fate of Ukraine encompassed EU members

Stepping up to failure


NaPoWriMo day 27

Twisted beings clawing the wood at your door

Begging for a reception as foul as it may be.

You sit stock still, glassy eyed and sheet white

Whilst your sleep is disturbed by demons.

The reflection taunts you with fidelity

You turn to find your window has gone.

Now this is all you have.

NaPoWriMo day 26

Just five more minutes

Brain whirring, eyes dilated

Starving for information

Feeding the flame


Just ten more minutes

Heart thumping, hands steady

Seeking the Holy Grail

But pleased with the search


Just until dawn breaks

Feverishly chasing

Making leaps of knowledge

Serving the obsession

NaPoWriMo day 25

Today’s prompt was to write an anaphoric poem.

Once I saw a little tabby

That weaved amongst the shrubs

That leaped in to nothingness

That tamed that unforgiving earth


Once I saw a larger tabby

That strutted with his battle scars

That feared no one and was feared

That stood proud a top the fence


Once I saw a frail tabby

That drooped its whiskers in the wind

That walked with arthritic pace

That hid forever in the shrubs

NaPoWriMo day 24

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about masonry.

The old castle walls

Centuries have seen you by

Civil wars weathered as a sunny day

Lead battered stone up the road

Steady and fast fronting pastures

Happy in the dark days

Washed rock, growing trees

Hugging the bailey

Waiting for the next

NaPoWriMo day 23

Today’s prompt was to find a poem in a foreign language and rewrite it in English. For those who don’t understand my botched explanation here’s a more coherent one, I don’t know if it’s cheating or not but I used an Old English poem as it is about as comprehensible as a foreign language by this point. The Poem that I used is Cædmon’s Hymn

 Nu sculon herian     heofonrices Weard,
 Metodes mihte     and his modgeþanc,
 weorc Wuldorfæder,     swa he wundra 
 ece Dryhten,     or onstealde. 
 He ærest scop     eorþan bearnum
 heofon to hrofe     halig Scieppend.
 þa middangeard     mancynnes Weard
 ece Dryhten,     æfter teode 
 firum foldan     Frea ælmihtig.


No skull here on here for Rick’s word,

Met odds might and his much thank,

Work wonder feeder, swat he wondered guess

Echo dried, or in stealth

He arrest shop other than bears none

Heaven to her roof hauling skip end

The middle guard mankind’s word

Echo dried, after tide

Firm folding, free almighty.

NaPoWriMo day 22

Today’s prompt was to write a poem for children.


There once was a boy named Jason

When asked about fears said he had none

One day up a tree

He fell onto his knee

And that’s how his height fear had begun

NaPoWriMo day 21

I’m not feeling great so I’m not sure if this will be any good.

It’s too late

I’m past returning

Now there’s falling

Falling and Falling.

Should I stop?

I can’t stop.

Worlds blur together

I am lost

The animal awakens

Hackles fly up

Growling, spitting, transforming

Reptilian needs surface.

I am powerless.

An observer to my fate.