All posts tagged: #glopwrimo

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. …

If We Were Having Coffee

Yes, yes, yes, I’m aware that I’m a little late to the party this week and the teapot has gone stone cold and the coffee now has that weird film across it from sitting out all night. Apologies. Saturday sort of got away from me a little bit, but I’m here now. So, if we were having coffee I’d be telling you that all in all this week has been pretty productive. Granted, my daily poetry guest post didn’t go as well as I hoped it would but we did get some fantastic posts from bloggers and the month isn’t over just yet. I’m also a little disappointed that I haven’t managed to get any more writing done on my novel. I’ve been keeping up with NaPoWriMo and writing at least one poem a day but when it comes to actual fiction I’ve found myself out of time in the day. Instead of writing I’ve spent my week focusing on my AAT Level Two Accounting Technicians Course. I managed to get through a lesson a …

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-One

Day Twenty-One of NaPoWriMo, write a poem around a minor character from a fairy tale. I wasn’t sure what to do with this prompt but then the idea for the following poem struck and I decided to try and write that. I’ve noticed I use repetition quite a lot in my poems so I’m going to try and avoid it for the next few I think. Also! Today is National Poem In Your Pocket Day! The Witch’s Gardener The witch’s gardener was too old to remember his name. He sat by the turnips, stamped his feet against the dirt and tried to rattle the soil from the cracks in his boots. That was about all he was good for these days. When the man came over the wall, searching for rampion, he stayed where he was, hunched a little further into his collar and let his body melt into the clutter by the potting shed. Became one with the terracotta, the twine and the mulch. When the witch asked about a thief he shrugged. Blamed …

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty

Kenning Lightening thrower, word whistler, skin changer, ink bruiser, heart stealer, tongue twister, world burner, flesh scorcher, bloodied carnivore, soul consumer. … Soft whisperer, half shadow, warm sheets, safe harbour. Heart stealer. We’re now two thirds of the way through NaPoWriMo so only ten poems left to write! If you want to check out my contribution for yesterday’s prompt then you can read Not So Green Fingers here or, if you’d like, listen to it here. It was one of my first successful attempts to upload a full poetry video to YouTube so I’d love to hear your feedback.

Guest Post Kristin Demoro

We’ve had a few blank days on the guest post front and I do apologise. Stepping up to the plate for our next Poetry Guest Post is Kristin Demoro. You can find more of her work at Princess K. Ann of Isbump – Confession of a Former Fairy Tale Princess. Hi, I’m Kristin Demoro, otherwise known as Princess K. Ann of Isbump (mainly to my friends and family). I’ve been writing since I can remember, and taking photos about as long as that too. It has taken me a very very long time to take my writing seriously, and not view my poetry as an excuse to not write other more “important” things. Writing (and looking through the camera lens) seems to be my way of processing my world and making sense of my life. I have lost too many people close to me over the years, and I sometimes retreat into my own little world, so writing can help to get me “out there” and connect with other people, as I do suffer from …

NaPoWriMo Day Nineteen

Not So Green Fingers One. Remember the rose plant you bought two weeks ago Two. Pray to something you only half believe in, that it’s still alive. Three. Quickly brush away the dead leaves, crunchy and browning in a circle, and after, fill the bin with odds and sods, to hide your failure at tending a living thing. Four. Water it! But remember, too much and it will die somewhat more than it already has. Five. Let it sit, then dispose of any remaining water, still staining the saucer, culled from the kitchen cupboard because you don’t own any pretty plant pots. Six. Buy a plant pot, because the saucer doesn’t fit on the windowsill, and sunlight would probably be a good thing seeing as photosynthesis, is pretty important for these plant types. Seven. Pray and hope a little more. Who knows? Green fingers might be something you grown into.

A Slightly Tipsy Haiku

I’ve just found out that according to, today is National Haiku Poetry Day! So I thought I better start writing a few haiku to celebrate! As always, I love hearing from you guys so if you want to share a haiku in return just stick in the comments or add a ping back to this post. I’ll make sure to check them out. I. Sun set and wine drained, you claimed most of the bottle. New day ushered in. II. Our rose bush survived despite us ignoring it throughout last winter. III. Do not post poetry after drinking, it will sound better than it is. A quick thank you to Charlie from Doodlewash who turned me onto the National Day Calendar in his National Orchid Day post.

Guest Post Sarah Doughty

It’s Saturday and time for the sixth poet in Writing and Works series of guest posts for National Poetry Writing Month. Today we’ve got Sarah Doughty telling us what poetry means to her.   Hi, everyone, I’m from Heartstring Eulogies, a blog dedicated to my writing. My name is Sarah Doughty and I love to write. It’s my therapy. It’s something that I need to do to help me cope, to help me through. It’s a hobby, but it’s more than that. Writing to me is like breathing. It flows in my veins and gives me hope. Hope that one day I’ll come out on the other side of all this darkness and agony that surrounds me. I suffer from extreme complex PTSD, and with that comes depression and debilitating anxiety. Commonly, if I don’t have a migraine, I have a headache. Every. Single. Day. Writing is one of the ways that I weed through all the pain, trying finding myself again. I’ve written a few (fiction) books, and soon a poetry chapbook will be …

NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen

Outside My Window The house is boiling and the windows are open, thrown upwards in desperation, in the hopes air might move and steal a little of this heat away from us. You are outside, and I know this because thunk, thunk, thunk, is the only breeze coming in. You have relegated the bin to foam cylinder thing holder, while you and a mate take swings with samurai swords. I stay in the office, eyes on my computer. I will clean up the mess later.