I was feeling ill yesterday and will hopefully post my final poetry month poem today
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napowrimo
Day 13 ~ Knock Knock, Alice
Knock knock, Alice.
Knock, knock.
‘Who’s there?’ said Alice.
‘Use your famous logic. Have a guess and pass the jam. You can tell me who I am.’
‘Is that you Hatter?’
There is laughter outside the door.
‘You expect me to know all about that.
You expect far too much of me.
You tell me. I’m too scattered.’
Alice frowns.
‘Well, what have you been doing all this time?’
‘Making hats of course. Like mine.’
Alice nods.
‘It must be you then, don’t you think.’
‘I don’t think at all. And that’s not logic.
Other people make hats you know. ‘
‘Not like yours.’
‘Alice. Now don’t flatter me.’
‘Why don’t you just come in?’ said Alice. ‘You’re being very irritating!’
‘My hat’s changed colour. It’s liberating. You might not know me in this hat.’
‘What colour is it now?’ Alice asked, exasperated.
‘Its madder. I got badder.’
‘That’s terrible grammar. Lacerated.’
Hatter grinned like the Cheshire Cat and muttered underneath his breath,
‘Does it madder?’
Alice heard. ‘Yes. It does.’ Alice sighed.
‘Well anyway my hat’s got madder. Quicksilver trimmed and Crimson Madder. And don’t be stubborn. You could come in.’
‘But I’m already inside!’
Hatter scowled. ‘Inside what? I’m in. You’re out.’
Alice stamped her foot.
‘That’s not logical at all. It’s my door. It was you who knocked.’
‘Yes, I did. Because it’s locked. Now let me out you crazy girl.’
‘Don’t call me crazy. You’re the Mad Hatter.’
‘See. Now you’ve answered the question your asked. Come in Alice. We both know now.’
© A.Chakir 2023
Day 3 prompt
I wasn’t so keen on today’s prompt as I have used it quite often in the past so I have taken a prompt from elsewhere (a writer’s group responding to poetry month). It is to write a poem about sunshine in rhyming couplets.
NaPoWriteMo starts soon
From April 1st many poets will work hard to produce a poem a day for a month. It’s a sure-fire way of getting any sleepy cogs turning. They provide daily prompts (you don’t have to use them but they do tend to be interesting).
I am one of the poets who will be participating – so throughout April you can expect more from me than there has been in the last two years as I will post them all here
For more details see the NaPoWriMo website .
Age Gap Romance
This week there has been talk on Twitter about the age gap relationship in Jurassic Park. Laura Dern was in her twenties and Sam Neil was in his forties for the first film. The way in which age gap romances are portrayed in films is all kinds of problematic. I come to this as a person who tends to be more attracted to people who are older than me, and who is married to someone seventeen years my senior.
There is often an assumption in films that pairing older male stars with much younger women as romantic interests is fine. We don’t see as many older women in films and we certainly don’t see older women as romantic partners for men of the same age. It’s very rare indeed to see older women paired with younger men.
This kind of film pairing serves to erase older women and focus on…
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NaPoWriMo
For the first time in many years, I am not taking part in this. I am working on an important University Assignment (Creative Writing) and so I couldn’t make the poem a day commitment for 30 days. The poems I am writing at the moment can’t be shared at this time anyway.
I wish those who are doing it the best of luck and a burst of creativity.
The Osbick Bird by Edwards Gorey
a lovely little book about the meaning of true love
My Brother
My brother, blasted from this world
by a blood-stained butcher
for ten days saw the light
abandoned in a world of pain.
What did he gain?
I have seen his grave,
hard fast against a wall,
sheltered by a tree
tiny bones in tangled roots.
It doesn’t bare his name.
The footsteps of his ghost
followed us to every home
angelic, sainted, untested and unknown,
a child of illusions with nothing to give or prove.
Held back by his hands how could I compete.
His weight against my back
demanding that I move.
The only way was love
and love bought with it grief
for a boy I never knew
who never knew me too.
#napowrimo Day 30 (somewhat late) ~ Last Sleep
Close your eyes
Deeply breath
Still your troubled heart
Listen to the voice
That has no words
There is a light
Arising from the West
Where quiet waves
Lap an empty shore
A sigh repeats your breathe
Above the shore
A smooth green rise
Scented with junipers,
Hyacinth, the dog rose, cedar.
A curlews cry
Stretched like string across the sky
Climbs above.
Across warm rocks
That greet your feet, cool and bare.
This is a space of welcome sleep.
There are no dreams
Nor troubles there.
All is quiet in tranquil air
#napowrimo Day 28 The Path We Took
I watched the path of raindrops
running down the window
I willed them on
until they met together
~
I saw a seed pod
spring green and softly budding
heart shaped, joined together,
cloven in two halves
they stretched and burst apart
and then produced one flower
~
We don’t know ourselves.
We need the eyes of others.
~
What makes us separate?
How do we know ourselves
as one form from another?
~
I have never changed
to satisfy our union
and yet I knew myself
only when I found you
magnetic gravitation bought me to your side
such bonds are never broken
and yet I feel this greater urge
to be consumed and ever closer
to return from this place to another
and know the path we took
