NaPoWriMo – Day Fifteen: Bluebeard’s Wife

It was not cold enough to keep her whole

when Spring sprung anew to curdle her soul,

so he wept just like the castle walls

as they shed their sorrows at the thaw

and the ice around her heart did melt

as much as any love she’d ever felt

when confronted with his face and gait

so apposed to the words he’d carefully placed

in letters crafted on cold summer nights

in rooms empty of laughter, or of life.

Now she lay among her sisters past,

flowers sullied, bloomed all too fast,

victim to the warming months

where little for her condition could be done

except to watch her cheeks give way,

her skeleton to rise

beneath layers of decay,

and press his lips to white of her throat

when all that remained

was spinal column and bone.


I might have gone a little off target with today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “writing a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation and is revealed to be human (but still evil)”.

I’m not sure I managed to make Bluebeard sound in any way, shape or form human, but the prompt did inspire the poem so I have that at least.

Apologies if I sound croaky in the audio recording, I woke up feeling a little under the weather today. Nothing terrible, just a slightly sore throat and a stuffy nose.

P.S – I’m still looking for NaPoWriMo participants to take part in a series of guest posts in May showcasing their favorite poems from the month and a review of how they found the April challenge. You can find more info here.

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight: Troll Men

In the borderlands are wooden glens

where troll men stump on hollow legs,

and wait for the pretty faced prince

to come with sword and horse

in need of trophies to convince


some foreign king of his cause.


He’ll trade his sack of skulls

for a wife he’s not yet met

but been told of in fairy tales,

in tavern songs

and children’s rhymes.

He knows her hair is gold,

her lips ruby, eyes sapphire

tongue silent

to go with a quiet mind.


But he’ll do as princes do

when winning princess from their father’s.

He’ll forget to show kindness

to the widow on the road

for she is ugly, dirty, worthless,

and the witch will curse his blindness

and bless his wife not yet met

with a tongue and lips

not made of gems.


In the end he’ll find a queen,

new upon her father’s throne

without the need of troll remains

or princes bearing their bones.

She’ll return him to the forest glens

where troll men stump on hollow legs

and suck the marrow from little men

whose swords lie broken, fractured, bent

at the feet of a woman without gems

whose tongue passed final judgement.


It’s Day Eight for NaPoWrimo which means we are now a quarter of the way through the month. Today’s prompt is to “write a poem where mysterious and magical things occur”. I was trying to channel Christina Rossetti with this piece somewhat¬† as her poem Goblin Market seemed to fit the prompt perfectly. NaPoWriMo’s prompt also fitted in quite nicely with today’s Daily Post Prompt: Twart

Please let me know what you think and if you like the recording included at the end. I’m still not certain about recording my poems and I’m not a fan of how my voice sounds but it’s good practice for preforming the poems.






Not Quite Prince Charming

Even ice has the decency to creak before it plunges you into frozen waters.

Really, you should have started with ‘once upon a time’ rather than ‘Hi, my name’s Michael, I’ve just moved it across the hall, could I borrow your phone book?’ That introduction didn’t indicate the shit storm biting at your heels or the chaos coming my way after I decided that for once I was going to be a grown up and actually answer the door rather than hiding until the person on the other side went away.

Fairy-tales are supposed to end with happy ever after.

Daily Prompt: Suddenly

I’ve just finished reading The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert so I decided to go with a hundred word, fairy-tale themed flash fiction for today’s daily prompt. If you want to read a longer piece then just click on the Long Reads¬†option in the menu above.