NaPoWriMo Day Seven

I thought I’d go with a Pleiades for Day Seven. It’s a seven line, one stanza poem formed by Craig Tigerman. The first word of each line has to start with the same letter as the title.




Trueman was the trusted sort.

Trusted till the noose crept round his neck.

Turns out his sister weren’t no blood,

tart had sweet-talked him for plans.

Told all the secrets she’d pulled free

to spies and official men.

Trueman was the trusted sort. Now Trueman’s dead.

NaPoWriMo Day Five


I didn’t attend the funeral,
but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
Samson always was a pen and paper sort of guy.

No one responded,
which seemed rather rude.
I would have liked a note,
“Thank you for the letter,
we placed it on the casket
along with the first
fist-full of dirt.”

I would have enjoyed that part,
heaving the clots of earth
onto what was left
of his clotted up heart.

I was told the wife wore black.
She’s the traditional sort,
avoided the mistress
at the graveside.
Wouldn’t have seemed proper,
for the pair’s tears to mix.

I paid my respects,
three days late
with Cubans and brandy.
Neither of which were to my taste,
but I suppose
we’re something of slaves
to the wishes of the Dead.

I am once again ignoring the offical NaPoWriMo prompt. Today’s piece was actually inspired by a tweet from the keyboard of prompts 101

I hope that you all enjoyed it.

NaPoWriMo Day Four


Shake off words

said too soon in fear,

seeking old safety.


There’re no footsteps,

no roads to follow back,

time consumes all.


Everything we’ve seen

now sits behind mottled glass,

morphed and distorted.


Memory is funny.

We cannot pick and chose,

only lucky dip.

NaPoWriMo Day Three

When I read the prompt “write a charm” I thought of the Irish blessing that has always adored the one wall of my Grandmother’s house.

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

and rain fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

I’m not especially religious, but the blessing has always stayed with me and I have always thought it a beautiful piece of writing. So I’m going to ignore the prompt somewhat, (as I have a tendency to do), and write my own blessing for university students.

May the all-nighters be worth it.

May your grades match your hopes.

May the hangovers last not quite as long

and the housemates’ voices shush.

And until the summer comes,

may you keep your marbles where they are.

NaPoWriMo Day Two

Fire Worshipper

“Fire worshipper,” they breath,

seeing only burn and crackle

nothing more than flames.

“Fire worshipper,” they breath,

no time to dig deeper,

ask more of things unknown.

“Fire worshipper,” they breath,

so secure in just one faith,

no time for the others.

“Fire worshipper,” they breath,

forgetting that those fires

casts a longer shadow.

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