O! meat sticks and beer, you instil no fear But much cheer and it’s clear that to steer Towards you is to tear up and be reminded Of the glory of savoury; O! meat sticks and beer, near to never would I say no to…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
305 Maggie Street
home a place house rooted holy where birds gather hope and children fly held soothe the wounded edges hunger feed the welcomed guests here celebrate the wholeness of this woman home
Hour 11 Prompt 4, 2014
hear the piano playing in the distance all around laughter fills the air the ferns are dancing with the wind as fireflies glow in the night sky like a lantern it is clear nature is alive and well
Shiver
I miss the way Your fingers feel on my skin How they slid over my back And down to my waist Ghosting over my shoulder And sliding down my thigh People don’t get to touch me like this Not often And the memory of it,…
Prompts for Hour Twenty-Four
Text Prompt Write about the place you feel most at home in. Image Prompt
Your Mother didn’t tell you
The beautiful side of the herders and their wives. She remembers to tell you they ruined a country because her heart still bleed for her lover and grief won’t depart from her until she invokes what was written by the prophets in a poem like…
Poem 20 – A Nighttime Walk
Nighttime is petrichor and silver sky Kissing my self-awareness softly With lips of river’s mist and the promise of dawn Crisp crunches of bunches of gravel Caress corners of a mouth upturned into its cheeks Feet attuned to a rhythm of the body Mirrored in…
Hour 23: Cheese
Hour 23: Cheese Underestimated though often grated. Cheese. Want no frills? Then simply grill. Cheese. Got a lot? Make some aligot! Cheese. Bake it with honey keep it nice and runny. Cheese. Want some for your tea? Why not try some gnocchi? Cheese. Shred it…
Listening – Hour Twenty-Three
Listening Just be still and listen and then tell me what you hear Is the quiet all but deafening? Does it make you shed a tear? Does the silence bring you anger, for you need chaos throughout Or does it bring you worry, filling up…
Poem 19 – A Self-Portrait
I am scattered and distraught piles of books not yet read Stacked like good intentions never fully realised But the thought at least counts even if the human doesn’t keep scores And sometimes I wonder if it’s worth fighting for Stories that are yet to…