Good morning kitten, it’s time for your leash. Out in the world, we’ll see all the trees You can climb them but don’t run off too quickly We’ll both get stuck. Fine, you can go a little further. Good morning kitty, I’ll be ready in…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
(Hour 08) 05.30-06.30am. PROMPT, form: sevenling (sort of, not really)
wind the wind blows & blows & blows then the rain arrives, wild no one knows where from valiantly the old house resists by whistling loudly to itself while the wind continues … until my bones move
(Hour 07) 04.30-05.30am. PROMPT, song: Resurrection Fern
iron & wine the pagan, the angel and i borrow a car overtake the white toothed man listen to the buzzard’s lovesong as we flee the carousel racing instead toward our forgotten house by the sea no one’s bones are ever innocent the shepherd’s dog…
An Unlikely Father
Whilst everyone is happy That she got a perfect partner to spend her life with The father is upset Because he is going to take the reason for his living away from him Whilst everyone is rejoicing That she got a perfect partner to look…
(Hour 06) 03.30-04.30am. PROMPT, stuck in a very small place, actual or metaphorical
sentence many are the days my grief & i wish to simply curbkick company lock all the doors draw closed the curtains keep out as much of the cold as we can cuddle the past under the doona as we slide between the covers to…
Prompt 11, Hour 9 The Light Between Oceans
When the sun rises, the light house rests. The mermaid meets him in the waves, accepting his seashell with a kiss. They lay together on the dock, intertwined and drunk on life. When its time to go, She holds herself up with her arms on…
A Map of the World
I don’t need a map of the world. I just need a map to carry love from my heart to yours and back again. I’m not planning to stay or moving in. But I’d like to visit from time to time. And fantasize that you…
Still Me (Hour 9)
When your masks of pretend and deceit fall away, I’ll still be me. When your words slip, but cannot persuade, I’ll be the brutality that cuts the cord, in quiet whispers and kindness on the wind, ending in inevitable silence. You might see my visage…
9 – nest – (inga simpson)
your bones hollow, dressed in your prettiest threafds waiting for the return of the fallen memories collected around your heart a soft place to rest a home hoarded, from other discarded lives distain at your ramshackle life but you alone have woven hope from death.
Overturned
I’ve knocked you off your perch at last, You wretched bird faced creep! And there you lie, all black and ragged, Downed by your criminal past! It wasn’t such a cosmic leap, You being just a maggot On the face of a zombie cast From…