Monday, 29 October 2018

Alien, elephant and sail boat

It was a lovely sunny afternoon with just enough light  breeze. I had recently become the proud owner of  A  sailing licence and this was my first solo venture in a sail boat, loaned to me by the trusting harbour owner. I was aiming to spend a couple of hours on an interesting uninhabited island a few miles from the coast. 
The plan was to have a picnic and then do some sketching of the unusual trees and flowers I had noticed when the crew visited the island  during the final training week at the start of the summer. I had never seen such exotic vegetation even though I lived in Barbados and had travelled widely though India and China in my gap year. 
After a short walk around the island i came across an fascinating item on the ground. It was the size and shape of a coconut ,light gold in colour with curved spikes growing from it. I thought it might be a seed pod and put it in my rucksack to take to show the sail boat crew on land...someone would know what it was.
On my way home I  placed it on a seat, where it promptly rolled off , hit the deck with a crack and split i open. Slim gold fingers emerged from the gap, then long scaly arms  then a pointed head. An alien appeared from the pod and communicated telepathically. It sensed my terror and decided to morph into an earthly form,  hoping I would feel more at ease.Now I was face to face with a baby elephant....what's a girl to do? 
Luckily the alien realised its mistake and returned to its original form, asking me to take it to my chief. I encouraged it to go back into the pod, and when I reached dry land I kept my promise and took it to the police station. Luckily no-one was at the desk, so I left it there and legged it. What would you have done?

This was written as part of a swapbot swap.
I was given the words to write 250-3oo micro fiction.

Saturday, 13 October 2018

Poem -Day 13..The Vote Off

Dance, they dance their heart away,
Wanting the votes come what may
Creating the dance
Taking a chance
Dancing their heart away.

Standing they are ,awaiting a vote.
Who will be saved
They all take note.
Hearts are pounding
No votes resounding
Dancing their hearts away.

Thursday, 11 October 2018

minute poem on Day 12

 A fun poem to write. 
It follows the "8,4,4,4" syllable count structure.

Got to write a poem today
Words come to play
What do they say?
We'll make you pay.

Have to ensure that they all rhyme
They do this time
Well then, that's fine
Don't have to mime.

Day 11- 2-4-2 Poetry

2-4-2 Poetry
 It has three lines. 
The first line has 2 syllables, 
the second line has 4 syllables and
 the last line 2 syllables

The thick oak door
For more.

Poem Two.

Rain, wind, hail, noise

Poem Three

Toffee apple

Poem Four.
Is elusive

Day 10

The wooden floor is stained
Caretaker taking care
To dye and dust
That is a must
To prove he is taking care.

I stand alone
I need a tone
To take a chance
To dance.
On the wooden floor.

I tap and twirl.
I'm just a girl
Who must chance
To take a dance
On the wooden floor
Dust no more

Just dance.

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Day 9..Dreamy

Down I lay my weary head
Rest again upon my bed
Every night it opens out
Another world gives me a shout
Mesmerising with its nuance
Yet again it's like a seance.

Monday, 8 October 2018

Day 8 -artist trading card

I sign up again with such glee
This time around a group of three
A vintage theme that makes me hop
A new artist trading card swap.

Will they like it? Or will they not?
Sometimes my cards are not so hot
Here I sit and my brow I mop
A new artist trading card swap.

Choose black and white ,silver and grey
Once that is done I'm on my way
Cut and painting  until I drop
A new artist trading card swap.

Today I had a play with Kyrielle form

Sunday, 7 October 2018

Day 7 of daily poetry in October.

Opening the door
to the cawof the crow
in a row
in the bushes,
where's the thrushes
opening the door
to the core
of the caw.

Saturday, 6 October 2018

Day 6- Claude Monet (Acrostic)

Having signed up for a Monet themed art journal page swap my consciousness is aswamp with his work.
I thought it would be fun to cross pollinate with a poem about him and or his work.

Came to change our arty ways

Light on canvas grabs our gaze

Ardently he waved his brush

Unusually he is my crush

Deep he plays with colour and form

Exhibiting talent beyond the norm

Monet , he loved the natural world

Opening colours around him twirled

Now he captures waterlilies too

Expressing his soul and so can you

Transcendent touches of paint just grew.

Thursday, 4 October 2018

Day 5..Choosing

What am I choosing
What refusing is choosing to refuse
Refusing of choosing
Such a scramble
No pre-amble
Just choose
Or choose to refuse.

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

Day 4-Practicing Presence

Practicing Presence,
Is it something you can do?
Practicing Presence
To thine own Self be True.
True to what?
True to who?
Is practicing Presence something you can do?

day 3 - The Need for Honey

I want my words to flow
Like honey off a spoon
Thick, slow, sweet,
That would be a boon.

Monday, 1 October 2018

Quinzaine- Day Two of 31

Now write a poem daily,
Is this a challenge .
Can I scribe?

Tempted not to do it now
Is resistance  new?
Why not write?

It feels sharp and jaggedy
Is something breaking
Can I breathe?

I only noticed the full information this morning.
I had focussed on the syllables in each line, yet today I realised that lines 2 and 3 include a question.

I rewrote verse one, two and three, and the overall poem feels different now.

Then I changed it again, from 2nd to first person.


The English word quinzaine come from the French word quinze, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables.

These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement.

I'm a very strong woman Are you a woman? Are you strong?

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