NaPoWriMo (or poetry)

  • Blank

    I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been…

    : Blank
  • Dial

    They turned the volume down, I think? It suddenly all went dim And I remember thinking its not me, it…

    : Dial
  • 63 years, iron filings

    Or, On meeting a man in the pub We stood there together in front of the crowd And promised each…

    : 63 years, iron filings
  • Poetic panic

         There’s a special kind of terror When you’re lying on the beach And you’re suddenly aware that your child…

    : Poetic panic
  • Parked

    I have an itch, I have a scratch I sometimes wonder if I can match My old ways, my triumphs,…

    : Parked