#NaPoWriMo – Day Seventeen – Moon Gaze

She has the same look about her,
or so it seems
when she tilts her cheek just so
and the tides shift,
shrink in on themselves
so ashamed by her disappointment.
Uncanny, how similar she seems
reflected beside me.

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#NaPoWriMo – Day Fourteen – My Married Name

This name is still an uncertain bird in my mouth,
perched at the tip of my tongue when I reach
for its fragile feathered body.
So small in the hold of my hand
it cheeps, cheeps, cheeps
and I say Finch, Finch, Finch
to the mirror above the sink,
check the windows are closed before loosening
the grip I have on its wings
uncertain if I can make the sound stick.

Write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Prompt – Day Fourteen

#NaPoWriMo – Day Thirteen – News Anchor

There is nothing to report.
Just cameras whittling time
into little pixeled boxes.
Behind a curved desk
an anchor is just that today,
a weight to keep the ship steady
focused in on itself,
to stop the rigging pulling loose,
or port and starboard drifting
too far from the bones of each other.
The mics only capture seafoam,
its hiss, hiss, hiss, on sand
as the nothing news drags in
and out across our feet.

Write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Prompt – Day Thriteen

The Birds Build Nests – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

The birds build nest from found objects
up in the eaves of my house
where I have no place to call a home
mine.
Fragile window-frames of splintered straws,
postcard door fluttering off its hinges.
I stack these pieces on top of each other,
ring the patio table in old newspapers,
and build myself something small, contained,
a space to fill up with just me
and leave no part abandoned.
When winter cracks against the garden,
steps up to the windows, climbs the brickwork,
I understand better why the birds all left
when the leaves turned gold.
These nests are skins for the shedding,
a stripping out of last year’s hide,
before the cold can come and take.

Tonight I’m writing for the DVersePoetics Prompt, where we’ve been asked to “write a poem in the first person that compares some trait of ours with something animal”, taking inspiration from Marjorie Saiser’s poem ‘The Print The Whales Make’.