(Hour 04) 01.30-02.30am. BOTH PROMPTS combined: 100 years from now & old piano in the forest

old pianos

when i was a girl visiting
my grandparents in Tassie
i came across an old piano
in the forest flaking veneer
like the shoulders of a sunburnt child

there was an old hut nearby
& i wondered if the owners
had been moving the piano
either in or out of their home
(i could never decide which was saddest)

when they just up & left
what could cause them to
abandon something which
was clearly once so precious
why were they drawn away so suddenly

wait! the reason i ask does connect :
will that be all left of our world
in a hundred year’s time — just
old odd bits of junk being eaten
by rain & washed away by chords of wind?

 

(Hour 03) 12.30-01.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, red tree in pink field

Agent Orange

all this red dust in the sky : gets in your eyes : doesn’t irritate or itch : but plays tricks : on what you know is there: but feels like it isn’t : or can’t be 

for instance : that crop : can’t : just can’t : be pink : nor the leaves of that tree : bloodred : yet that is what your head tells you : you shake it : worry you’ll break it : it’s all a toxic shock of neon colour : & you’re brain’s in pain : & you wish your mum : would come back to life : again : or that it would rain : not necessarily in Spain : but on this astral plane : it’s no fun guys 

& as i start : to understand : what’s happening to me : Stella has thrown : a shoe full of water : in my face

thanks i splutter : as my thoughts : stop rhyming : resume some sense : some ability 

i think that dust : is a drug : like LSD : or magic mushrooms

you don’t say : i snake bite at her : even though it’s not : at all : Stella’s fault : suddenly feeling hungry 

(Hour 02) 11.30-12.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, Man looking round white edge

L-plate hitch-hiker

not sure what
Ryan thinks he’ll do
now he’s clinging —
to the edge of
one of those things —

while it might’ve seemed
an excellent idea
inside his scattergun brain
we never discussed —
now — this moment

as white metal
— rises —
with him hanging on
& no obvious way inside 

i tell the little ones
to turn away
they don’t —
understandably

he should let go now
before he’s too high
— to fall

(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT: spiky sculpture in snow

(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT: spiky sculpture in snow

nuerons

that’s the third : spiky structure i’ve seen : slowly floating past : ominous : misshapen oversized Soviet-era crown : metal neuron : cold steel-like structure : somehow sucking in light & not letting go : defying all the physics i know

not sure how they move : what propulsion system they use : technology well beyond my ken : & though i’d love to find out : i’m not stupid enough : yet : to approach one : something in me : aches to know more

being close to a mystery : & not knowing is agony : even if that knowledge : most likely : has the potential : express purpose even : of obliterating : us

(Hour 24) 21.30pm-22.30pm. PROMPT: gift  

the gift

: i’m giving : is to myself : to stop beating : myself up : over an idea : a good idea : any idea : when exhaustion : is winning : my eyes : are squealing : the gift : i’m giving : is the gift : of giving : up : accepting : a bad : short : pome : rapidly executed : right now : is infinitely better : than a perfect poem : meticulously constructed : & submitted : an hour from now : & so : flights of angels : etc :

(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. PROMPT: imaginary pet

Milky

you noticed there’s no animals either
or very few  i think they were also
taken out by the Pulse
Stella looks out the window
as if seeing for the first time

more than anything i wanted
a big dog white as snow
something ludicrously cute
don’t ask me why
we moved round a lot

so pets weren’t possible
but i had a book of dog breeds|
wanted something big white fluffy
like an American Eskimo dog
Samoyed  Great Pyrenees
something like that
something a bit exotic
for a boy who’s life
was whitebread bland

the best thing about
Milky’s imaginariness
was no dog poo to pick up
no need to brush her
no hair everywhere
no need to take her for walks
just unlimited love & cuddles
whenever my 10 year old self needed it 

it was almost perfect
if it weren’t so sad

(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. PROMPT: visual image

town of ghosts & oils of snakes

now we have Rueben,
Stella wants to leave yesterday
get to her grandparents
& bunker down till tomorrow never

while i too am keen to disappear
i need to find petrol possibly
a spark plug, battery, new tires
& much more for the cruiser

the capital is the best place
to find what we need fast
despite the drones criss-crossing
the skies between the scrapers

an old man all in black
drags his shadow toward us
starts filling our heads with hope
rumours of things too flawless for truth

pockets of resistance
possibilities of protection
bee propolis & alpaca antibodies
& a safe haven in Tassie

crystal radio set network
across the country
there are more survivors
than we’d imagined

all of which sounds too crazy for words
suddenly i am the one  spruiking flight

(Hour 21) 18.30pm-19.30pm. PROMPT: long for

respiration

i only have one brother ;
i know with some certainly
i no longer have a mother
either loving or damaged;
it’s probable my father too
long estranged from us
is also particulates of dust
blowing in the streets
of whatever city he fled to
when he gave up his parental
benedictions & obligations
shortly after Rueben arrived ;
& i have one new acquaintance
who for all his overwhelming irritations
may yet become a lifelong friend ;
yet all i require at this moment
is the chance to catch breath ,
a semi-second’s rest , a mid-act
intermission to recover ;
before plunging forward
to rescue the most precious
stray boy on the planet

(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. PROMPT: light

nothing rhymes with O

i’m so over orange —
the glow of endless sunset
cat’s eyes — burning retinas
scorching — red hot coals
that can’t be doused
     worse still, nothing rhymes with it

except for one Welsh mountain
& a technical word for
single-or many-celled structures
in which spores are produced
especially : fungi, algae, mosses, & ferns.
     neither of which find their way easily into a poem

(Hour 19) 16.30pm-17.30pm. PROMPT: Siphonophore Apolemia

secrets uncovered

so it seems
the AI units
are only partially so
what absolutely felt
so completely tech
actually has a squid thing
hiding inside a deep sea spiral
in the middle of poly-silicate suit

a boogaloo of blue
Chinese-dragon themed
electric filaments
which might be teeth
or a beard for filtering
or polyamorous polyps

either way
i don’t care
dead stinger
is a good stinger