The sun rises mainly to the north and sets again after 40 hours in the east. There are delicious little green berries that we pick with sticky fingers and cram into our mouths like there is no tomorrow. The moons are bloody orbs of delight,…
Tag: #thepoetrymarathon
contentment #thepoetrymarathon #prompthour16
Count your blessings carefully. Think of them, appreciate each. Marinate them in fresh laughter (when was the last time you laughed?) and a few drops of tears (for sanity and balance.) Sieve belief carefully culling all the blind spots and information derived from media and…
the body #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour14
What should we do with the body After the vultures have gone Poked, prodded and abandoned Of all dignity shorn. The crematoriums are bursting The pyres have all been lit They fill the graves and rivers Hoping the gods do their bit (Where do the…
Hour 23 how to use your healing power
Acknowledgement: ‘How to use your Healing Power’ by Dr Joseph Murphy speaking of wounds did you know that you can heal yourself that you can heal of wounds past and present that you can heal from emotional and physical hurts through a simple process as…
Hour Twenty: in the lap of nature
to immerse oneself in nature is to embrace all insects and accept that making your bed amongst them is the surest way to invite them into your bed
Hour 19: directions to reach my home by the village bus
to reach my island home once you’ve alighted from the ferry: lift your nose inhale deeply the crisp and tangy air tilt your head inhale again does that stir memories? walk to the minibus parked beside the squat red cement shed that serves as a…
Hour 18: open
pistils curled upward the flower awaits the bee’s busy elsewhere
Hour 17: batter-fry
Batter-fry Take one woman, docile Add liberal doses of harsh treatment, preferably, in the first few months/years of marriage. Harsh, how harsh? Hmm, comments like, late from work again, flirting with your colleague, didn’t your mother teach you anything, housework first, children first, husband first,…
Hour 15: veins
delicate veins that throb no more still calm in their fragility perfect poise even in death and dying
Hour fourteen: imagine a garden…
the exhausted mother shut her eyes her back was hurting she didn’t have it in her to tell her children the regular bedtime story just imagine, she said to them, a beautiful garden in front of your eyes with flowers in bright colours and anima-…