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NaPoWriMo Day Six: Sun Happy

Sunshine splashing warm tea

Hot cross buns

Fresh baked bread

Dishwasher steam

Just ironed sheets

Across my face

I snuggle in it

And sigh.

Superstitious Villanelle

One for sorrow, two for joy

Taunts the lone magpie

That bird in the hand, shy and coy.

When we shy away from ladders

Cover mirrors, dodge bird droppings, chanting,

“One for sorrow, two for joy.”

While stars can be wished upon

And white feathers heaven sent, or from

That bird in the hand, shy and coy.

And salt is thrown, left, not right

Demons scrabble to count the grains:

One for sorrow, two for joy.

And owls spell doom, gloomy omens

Flying into storm wrecked windows,

No bird in the hand, shy and coy.

So step on cracks, pick up pins and tacks

Umbrellas explode indoors, but shoes: off the table;

One for sorrow, two for joy

This bird in the hand: shy and coy.

NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood

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When the sky is grey

Like fluffy grease

From the bottom

Of a chef’s shoe

Like a smear of ash

From a dead campfire

Like pencil shading

Abruptly halted

By the snapping of lead.

When the sky is grey

And looms above my garden wall

I sigh,

And fall, and fall, and fall.

NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads

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Wandering, feet finding their own way

Over treacherous stones

Sucking mud puddles

Velvet grass, chomped short

By sheep.

The wood, the fields, the ditches

Are my pathways

To walk without interference

From my unruly mind.

These shoes have seen a lot

Fights, nights out, outings, things

Beyond understanding

Rituals and dreams

Schemes of higher beings

These shoes have stepped into circles

And out of this world.

Through incense smoke and stones

Real life cushions, mental thrones

Mind palaces and homely hovels

Head held high while conscience grovels

Most things are hard most days,

That’s why we pray

Make covens

Light candles

Walk between the oak and the birch

My sacred crossroad, calling.

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Fake News

We share and we share and we share

But we don’t care

Where the words came from

Which mouth spewed the rhetoric

That currently resonates

With our own bitterness

Which bilious belly

Heaved and hurled this ‘news’

Onto the world stage.

We snap and snarl and chomp and bite

Only caring that we are right

Regardless of

Fact checking

Snopes snooping

Hoax hopping

Sensationalist snot

Drip drip dripping

From noses stuck in

Everywhere.

When did we forget

How to be kindly critical?

Bang

Bang…

Slams the door

Cracks the window

Dints a smile

Burns a path in the grass

All the way

To the incinerator

Bang…

Shouts an engine

Pounds a horn

Stamps a pedal

Screams a tyre black track

Bang…

Ends a nightmare

Stops the moment

Snaps eyes open

Epiphany explodes, chilly knowledge

Noise and vision

It’s over.

Let’s play!

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An outdoor, under cover play area so bored kids can unwind from shopping even though it’s throwing it down with rain? Well done, White Rose Centre. Good work.

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Have a great weekend.

Going in Pairs

Lads roll their eyes

When they see us pop

To the loo in pairs

Easy to be blasé

When you’ve never been groped

And had no one believe you

Never been pinned against a wall

Never been leered at

With no one to back you up

Never stalked in a dark corridor

Like some sort of prey,

Weak only because

Of foolish patriarchy

That somehow thinks

We would make these things up

Like it’s jolly to say

‘I was touched’

‘I was hurt’

‘I was raped’

Who says these things for fun?

Not all men! Comes the cry.

Of course, and likewise

Not all women lie.

So don’t begrudge us

The fragile safety net of

Going in pairs.

Now that’s faith…

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Now that’s faith…