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Saturday, 11 April 2015

Day 9: This is Not a Calligram

Day 9 is late, and I have no excuse. Sorry and all that. The prompt was to play with shape when writing a poem, but I think I'd like to leave that until I can sit down and do it properly, so in the meantime, I've written this. I'd like to dedicate it to Larry, who the poem is about. - K

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flop
into your seat
stare at your knees
let the day bow your head
no specific incident
nothing you can pinpoint
just
repetition
the same work
again
the same place
again
the same train
again
the same roar and rattle
and shudder to the next stop
again

then everything changes
there is a Dog.
On the Underground.

Pads on quietly
Sits on command
Belly on floor
Chin on paws

A Dog.

An Unexpected
Unremarkable
Dog

And the whole day is better.

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Day 8: I am Stubborn

Today's prompt was a poem about changing my mind. I never write optimistic poems when it comes to other people so I thought I'd change my mind and write this one about changing my mind. 





I am Stubborn

My socks are either odd
Inside out
Or ripped.
My mind is made up on this.

I don’t leave enough time to get my train;
I find myself running again and again
People say leave more time,
But I resist.
My mind is made up on this.

I always drunk my tea with one sugar,
I wear old clothes from my brother,
I play way too much guitar
And I take a lot more showers then baths.

All these things I have made up my mind upon.

But if you, only you, asked me too,

I’d change any one of them. 

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Day 7: Money

Today's prompt was money, and that, combined with the chocolate gluttony of Easter, led to this little poem. - Katie


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Money was easier when I was young
It was made of chocolate
And came wrapped in golden foil
And it was pretty tasty

Now I'm older
Money isn't so appetising
Figuratively, it leaves a bitterness in my mouth
Literally, it tastes of pennies

It has more uses now, I suppose
Chocolate money is really only good for eating
Or melting, next to radiators or on sunlit windowsills
But now it comes at a higher price

So I think I'd like to go back
To the days of chocolate money
I couldn't buy as many things
But it would be so much sweeter

Monday, 6 April 2015

Day 6: Morning

Today's prompt was to be inspired in some manner by mornings and I actually followed the brief! Short, simple and about the morning; enjoy. - Andy

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Morning

What does morning bring?
More often that not a list.
Do that. Do this
Make sure you do it by then!
So it usually brings a sigh
And a realisation
That I should probably already be at the train station
But before I submit to the rush and aggravation
I take a moment to notice the bed beneath my bum,
I watch the light thrown through the window by the sun,
Then I look back at the list
And say
"I'm gonna make this fun"

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Day 5: Sirens

Today's prompt was to rework an Emily Dickinson poem. After an afternoon spent staring at various of her poems, including several about birds, no inspiration struck. They did make me think about birds though, and how much I miss seeing them when I'm in London. I'm at my parents in Hampshire for Easter, and so I wrote this overly sentimental, but earnestly felt cinquain. - Katie

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Sirens
Shrill, earsplitting
Wailing down the high road
I miss the sound of Hampshire, miss
Birdsong

Day 4: Autobiography

I'm actually a little happy that this one is late, I was too busy last night to post it which is actually quite nice considering the poem. The prompt yesterday was an "epic tale" I didn't follow that too closely because I read a fun Ben Franklin quote about autobiographies, which I paraphrase in the opening lines....
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Autobiography

My autobiography,
I hope I’m always too busy to finish it.
Not that I've begun one,
No,I haven’t won a war and I’m not sixty
But one day
When I’m not too busy
I want to start one
Start to reminisce
And write a list,
Of places and things and faces.
Allow myself to drift back just a little,
But to stay there?
Spend the rest of my days compiling,
Organizing?
It’s a slippery slope.
Leading to nothing but regret
What did I miss?
What did they think?
Why did I let that slip?
This is a trait that I often stumble upon
I mean I haven’t lived particularly long
But already I spent way to much of my time
Casting back my mind.
I’m scared I’m going to miss it.
Wake up one day with a blank autobiography in front of me.
I’ll be eighty and quoting eighteen.
Questioning the same stupid motives I’m stuck on now.
So I’ll change.
In the writing of this line I’ll change.
Where better?
If I’m reading this out loud then hopefully it’s already happened!
I hope to one day stand in front of you,
Spewing words in the non committal way I usually do
But after a few, I’ll take a bow
Walk away,
But someone will come up and find me
Ask me “Did you change?”
Did I succeed in ripping the chain
That anchors me to the past,
Did I untie myself from the mast?
I hope so.
I hope I live a little better.
Who doesn't?
But most of all I hope that I look forward.
Act in a manner in which the moment presents.
Not stumbling, distracted with regret,
Until one day, when I’ll allow
Myself to sit down for an hour
And think.
Start a reminisce
Write a list
Of places and things and faces.
Allow myself to drift back just a little…
I’ll realize I've changed,
I’ll realize I've aged,
But before I get stuck
Someone will come tell me I've got
To get going.
Important stuff to do
Fun people to see.
One day I want an autobiography
But finish it?

I’ll be to busy.

Friday, 3 April 2015

Day 3: The Elephant's Dream



Today's prompt was to write a fourteener - a poem with fourteen syllables per line, following an iambic pattern (an unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable). I think I've got the syllables down, less sure about the iambic pattern. This might well be a poem I come back to, but for now enjoy the dream of a foolish elephant. - Katie

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The Elephant's Dream

It was a starry night the day the circus came to town
That shining big top tent held up with pegs stuck in the ground
The strange, inviting poster with a picture of a clown

When evening fell Tilly and Tim set out towards the field
Towards the lights, towards the tent whose contents so appealed
Their minds ablaze with thoughts of all the mysteries it might yield.

"Roll up! Roll up! Now don't be shy!" the man before them cried
At twelve foot tall he seemed as though his head was the sky
"There are strange sights to behold me dears, won't you come inside?"

They paid their fee and entered in and gasped at what they saw
Past cages of strange animals they wandered rapt with awe
They stopped before a dancing bear who gave a fearful roar

"He won't bite children, don't be scared" a voice behind them said,
They turned to see a lady, but she hadn't got a head!
At least not on her shoulders, but under her arm instead.

They hurried on towards the tent along a stall-lined street
Past fortune tellers, sideshows, rows of toffee apple treats
They hurried through the canvas flap and quickly took their seats

"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Children of every size!
Tonight, within this very ring, before your very eyes!
You'll see a show magnificent! Remarkable! Sublime!

There'll be acrobats in coloured hats who fly above your head
Teams of tigers, loads of lions, and elephant called Fred
A man who swallows swords, a man who walks along a thread!

But first, of course, the clowns! We hope you'll find them diverting!"
They ran in throwing cream pies, pratfalls and water squirting
Tim and Tilly laughed and laughed until their sides were hurting

The show went on without a pause, with not a single gap
They saw tigers leap through rings of fire, lions behave like cats
They marveled at the acrobats and at their coloured hats

And then the ringmaster bade them to cheer and yell and whoop
And entered Fred the Elephant wearing a hula-hoop
When Fred began to shake his hips the hoop began to loop!

The crowd went mad! The crowd went nuts! They went absolutely wild!
And Fred the Hooping Elephant looked up and gave a sigh
For Fred's dream was not to hula-hoop: Fred's dream was to fly

But unbeknownst to anyone the elephant was firm
That night a subtle change had swept across the pachyderm
And now his moment had arrived and he began to squirm

He dropped the hoop and ran for it, across to the trapeze
"I'll show them!" thought the elephant, "I'll glide and float with ease!"
He climbed and jumped aboard the swing, though it was quite a squeeze

Alas, alack, poor elephant! He should have realised!
A simple circus tent trapeze can't take someone his size!
A snap! A crack! A creak! A groan! The sound of cries below!

And downward crashed the circus tent pulled by the weight of Fred
It really was a miracle that nobody was dead
Tim and Tilly scrambled out from beneath the canvas spread

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children large and small
It seems as though I must owe apologies to you all
I hope that nobody was really injured in the fall?

There's certainly a lesson here we must learn in our plight
And you can all be sure that the next time I'll get it right
When hiring elephants make sure that they're afraid of heights!

The circus left town that very night, never to return
Along with Fred the Elephant, who still for flight did yearn
But he has learnt and now remains a grounded pachyderm.