Tag: GloPoWriMo
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Tiny Hope
From my window I watch cars as they pass a line of box-like houses. A bus stop opposite shelters a gaggle of commuters, the fine April rain making them hunch like vultures as they wait. Next door a dog barks. Farther afield I hear children scream in carefree delight. Spring is trying to awaken, buds…
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While I Wait
I wait while dragons breathe white hot fire into the fields of endless bluebells, I wait for you whilst elves set to work knitting blades of grass, I wait for you to come while Gaia sings and chicks begin to harmonise, I wait for you to come back to me While wizards wave their wands,…
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Poor, Poor Joan
Another victim is brought to tears by these antisocial miscreants, My colleague goes to roll his eyes and, silently, I must chastise him, As she calls on us to stop it, I pull a tissue from my pocket, From his he pulls his mobile phone and averts his eyes from poor, poor Joan. And as…
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Books on Love
It’s easy to find love in a book, Kismet never reads more poetically. It’s true granduer seems veracious. It’s enchantment seems like a gift voluptuously made. Neverendingly baiting my need for escape. “What do you desire?” My pneuma pulls me keenly, pleasures me knavishly. “Yes, yes” it casts a sultry spell. “Yes, yes” it lures…
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Knots
Anxiety. It’s never a mere stomach knot. It’s like a coarse frayed entanglement of rope that’s devoured as it sinks into a molten metal mire deep deep deep inside, Fires fly and gases rise, Beastly belching bubbles that swell and explode like fireworks of fury, All the while an angry tremor bellows through the scalloped…
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Cowboys
Tomorrowland; a far off place, The island at the top of the world, Benji the hunted, Now you see him, now you don’t, RUN, COUGAR, RUN! Castaway cowboy, Escape from the dark, Midnight madness, The black hole, the wild country, The watcher in the woods, Dragonslayer, wild, Something wicked this way comes in search of…
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Door
I was not involved in #NaPoWriMo (now #GloPoWriMo) last year, and while I can’t commit to the whole 30 days, this year I may dip in and out…. Here’s a poem about choice: DOOR There is a door at the end of the hall, Shut tight. It is not locked, but jammed with fear. How…
Serena Malcolm 