NaPoWriMo Day Thirty

Three Steps From The Landing

Three steps from the landing our stairway creaks.

That low, moan of too many years of feet,

one thudding after another,

children, parents, grandparents, ghosts,

always up or down or back and forth.

I forgot the key, to brush my teeth, to do my hair,

handbag, shoes, make-up,

towel for swimming,

trainers for fifth lesson PE,

always one more thing we needed,

one more creak before we could go,

We learnt to skip the step on late night,

early morning,

returns.

Unaware that our mother had done the same

once upon a time.

She knew the trick all too well.

So did the stairs.

Aunt Josephine was sure she would go through,

find herself sitting on the pantry floor

looking up at the first floor ceiling

through a hole in the boards.

At the new house there were no creaks,

not whines and shudders as people moved.

It was quiet and neat.

It didn’t feel of home.

 


That’s it! We are done for another year, NaPoWriMo has officially come and gone. For the first time this month I’ve deviated away from the official prompt and used today’s one word prompt from the Daily Post.

For all of you fellow NaPoWriMoers, do leave a comment and let me know how the month went for you? Did you manage thirty poems, did you have to have any catch up days? Did you skip any all together? What was your favourite prompt of the month?

I always love to hear you lovely people so do let me know how your Aprils went. Here’s looking forward to next NaPoWriMo.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine

I Remember

I remember that feeling you get in dreams,

where your legs feel like lead weights

and no matter how hard you push,

you can’t make them move fast enough.

I remember the headteacher’s voice

coming in over the loud speaker

to announce to the parents

that I was either finishing the last race

or coming first in the next.

I remember crying afterwards

and swearing to never run a relay again.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight

So, a backwards story is the prompt for today. A little strange, but let’s see what we can do with it.

A Change In Season

That was when the thaw came.

Fingers blue and black against the ice,

blood can freeze if you get it cold enough,

still just enough life to shiver,

teeth like tic-tacs rattling in a box,

the pin pricks of goosebumps,

one cool breeze to lift tiny hairs,

a chill along the spine,

clothes in a pile on the sand

legs bare to the winter sun,

footsteps towards the waves.

The sea takes bites out of the cliff-face each night.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven

Solitude

From pier-point we walked to the mountain slopes where the slate fell in slag-pile avalanches and the yellow grasses rippled against the breeze.

Your battered trainers barely survived the trip, so you carried them in one hand until the kissing gate, and left them hanging by their fraying laces.

With your footsteps just behind mine we scrambled for purchase, chasing thoughts like stray insects up the pitted pathways we’d walked more times than memory.

One by one they dropped away, pebbles tossed and bouncing, pinging out of sight and hearing until there wasn’t any further to climb.

Below there would be small slate rooftops and white wash houses with chocolate box roses around whorled glass windows, framing shuffling figures pottering from one day to the next.

Winded, panting, face shining and nose pink tipped you took my cheeks between your palms and pulled it close.

‘Just be here with me,’ you asked and for those moments I was. Together in the solitude of our mountain, barefoot and tired and palms stinging from falls and sharp stone.

I was alone with you.

Day Twenty-Seven’s prompt was to use long sentences in a poem. Since this was such an open prompt I decided to incorporate today’s Daily Post Prompt: Solitude.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six

Spin Me To The Stars and Back

Take me out dancing, your hands into mine,

spin, spin, spin me to the stars and back.

Take me to dinner, your smile against mine,

spin, spin, spin me to the stars and back.

Take me the the river edge, your lips against mine,

spin, spin, spin me to the stars and back.

Take me to the end of the world, just you and I,

spin, spin, spin me to the stars and back.

Day Twenty-Six called for a call to arms poem. Not sure if this meets the exact prompt but since I have two more poems to write before I’m all caught up it will have to do.