Day 30 – the final one and will I take the easy option? You betcha!

Day 30 – the final day and I have unbelievably managed to meet the challenge this year! I am massively proud and delighted to have succeeded.

I want to sincerely thank everyone who has been foolhardy enough to visit, like, follow or comment on anything I have written this year – your support has helped me massively,
Think I will try and keep it short and sweet after last night’s mega post!

Am determined to keep writing, whether poetry, prose, blogging or whatever, after this is complete, so please feel free to visit to make sure I do and help me out.

Otherwise, good luck with your own creative endeavours, sorry to be a rubbish (or non-existent) follower and I look forward to catching up with you next year.
Here goes nothing for the final challenge – a poem of farewell. Am left with the thought that, sometimes, you really have to love haiku!

You just said goodbye
and something receded, bright,
like a dying star.

Day 29 – twenty little poetry projects in one day!

Day 29 and talk about saving the worst till last!

My goodness, this was far and away the biggest challenge, with just a day left. I NEVER write long poems and I dislike ‘mathematical problem’ poems like this. Suffice to say I have completed it, don’t really get it, or like what I’ve done but it was an interesting exercise in problem solving… I guess.

I have a degree, a PGCE and an MA (all Lit related) but I really struggled to understand what some of these prompts meant – makes me feel terribly inadequate.
Hope sincerely that tomorrow’s prompt has a bit of fun about it! This is just odd.

Her life had become a soap opera
when she found herself pregnant, at 57,
with her fifteenth son.
The first time she heard the heartbeat,
saw the impossibly tiny human form on the screen,
tasted blood, biting down on her lip,
smelt her own fear, damping her like low cloud,
and touched her lightly swollen belly,
still cold and slippery with jelly,
she had to accept that it was too late now to change anything.
She heard her hopes falling away,
watched as they grew ever smaller
and their dying cries hooked in her brain.
Suddenly the voice of Persephone
echoed from the Underworld, calling her back,
demanding constancy.
Sensing time was on her side,
she was suddenly galvanised to just get up and run.
Through the failing light she ran,
cold, naked, but full of hope, she ran
soundlessly down endless twittens she ran,
towards the nearing night
and past the waiting arms of strangers.
Because of her need, night somehow never fell,
leaving her broken and sobbing for release
under a strange sky.
“Ar’tor’reet?” whispered a hoarse voice,
the wings of opportunity made flesh.
She snatched hungrily at imagined feathers,
felt them sharp and metallic, catching her skin,
dragging her down as she rose slowly from the ground
in glorious luminescence.
Another mother, Oggy, walking by,
observed the phenomenon
gazing in awe as the light intensified
and blinded to the force of the moment,
but the simple act of her presence
changed a moment forever.
This simple truth will come to pass,
Persephone will sever ties
that bind this sad soul to her destiny
and, for once, overlook Eurydice.
No longer will the power of passion be thwarted,
or the innocent of sin remain broken hearted.
Thus the wheel of life turns, unresisted,
A kaleidoscopic song of supplication,
filled with things beyond our wit to say,
brought around by moments of distress but,
ultimately, tout s’est bien passé.
The birds of the air clutch at shreds of opportunity
resenting our sentience, our dreams,
wishing us back once more
into cradles of cracked shells.

Day 28 – Oh yes!

Day 28 and I am grateful that this is nearing the end, as the last few prompts have been far more challenging for me. I think if I had faced these at the beginning I could well have faltered!

Today’s prompt is to find a news article and use the words, in any order and adding more if necessary, to create a poem.

I suppose I get a bit disappointed with prompts like this because I feel that what comes out of them is never going to be very accomplished, because you end up with something that doesn’t make sense or feels cobbled together – if that makes sense?
Anyway, true to my determination to be kind to myself and not flog a dead horse, I decided to search for weird news. I duly found a report about a Moomin Café in Tokyo, where you could get a giant stuffed toy to sit at your table, rather than lunch alone. I have added several words, but it contains primarily the words of the article.

This recently-launched café in Tokyo
offers a selection of company over lunch,
available to keep you
from the drawbacks of dining alone.
The staff are all stuffed animals:
they speak when needed,
but other patrons try to nick your chips.
They dilemma is that they
can’t give you relationship advice,
but have a range of toys available.
Moomins offer customers the extra chance
of sharing their photos on social media.
The hippopotamuses,
modelled on solo characters,
think a hug is worth much more
than the standard 15%
but ask yourself,
how awkward you would feel?

Day 27 – photo prompts

Day 27 and just four poems to go.
Drove down to Tamworth and back today, 2+ hours each way, so time to have five minutes of peace and creativity! The prompt is to write a poem about a photograph, so I plumped for the snowy one. No particular reason, but I am having one of my hot flushes, so it’s a nice cool image!

Decided to go for an acrostic, to give a bit of a framework.

Frosted tracks still lead to your door,
obscured by further snowfall.
Oddly, I can’t remember coming here,
though I believe the prints match mine.
Perhaps the ice that still grips my heart
retains a silent menace
instead of suspending my emotions,
naturally, in stasis.
This was never going to end in anything but

Day 26 – Curtal Sonnets

We are finally up to day 26 and today we are being asked to do curtal sonnets. On the whole, I think I would rather poke myself in the eye with a sharp stick, but will have a bash.

Having looked at some examples am now totally confused as to what one actually is, so if it isn’t what it’s supposed to be then I offer you a Klingon response of your choice!

Thought I would have some fun with this, though I don’t feel terribly into the form, so went with a food theme. Came from an honest place as I got a new jar of Marmite (other yeast extracts are available) today, after a month of a supermarket own brand mistake and am unnecessarily excited!
Weird form – not loving it!

I’m sorry, Marmite, great to have you back,
it seems you’ve been away for far too long.
I can’t believe I bought another brand,
Who would believe I’d go so far off track?
Mea culpa – I know I was so wrong,
Beelzebub himself controlled my hand.

Although I have strayed so far from the fold,
Nothing else tastes quite as good on my tongue.
Supermarket alternatives are bland
and I so miss the one with flecks of gold.

Hate it? I don’t understand…

Day 25 – Anaphora

Day 25 (getting there!) and the prompt is to write a poem using anaphora.

Two days to catch up on again, as I was out last night.

I went to see “The Drifters”. I Use the inverted commas advisedly because, to my mind, they were essentially a tribute act. Don’t get me wrong, they were all really good singers and the show was great but they’re not The Drifters, since they’re all in their 30s I would think. Also they strangely sang hits by the O’Jays and a weird Bond theme medley, which was rather random. There is something about live music and singing, however, which somehow refreshes the spirit. Anyway, I digress.
I struggled to get this started so will keep it short:

The taste of Spring awakens deep sorrow.
The taste of sorrow evokes a deep-rooted anger.
The taste of anger rends my carefully-constructed veil of calm.
The taste of calm is tainted by defeat.
The taste of defeat is one I haven’t yet accepted.
The taste of acceptance masks barely-concealed anguish.
The taste of anguish leads me back to you.
The taste of you…

Day 24, masonry/architecture

Day 24 and we are on the home straight!

The prompt today is to write about masonry, architecture etc. My goodness, this is a challenge! Strangely it’s not something I have any particular interest in, or knowledge of!
I have just started a new blog tonight, for another project I am working on ( which is concerned with writing about food, so I suddenly have to drag my head from breads to bridges! (Please come and get involved if you like food blogging, stories or poems, by the way.)
Ah well, here goes nothing. I apologise in advance for any glaring discrepancies in mixing building styles, building styles/periods, or indeed any veering from common sense or even possibility!

Consider this my folly, in so many ways…

Art astounded me,
I aspired to aesthetic apogee,
architectural fantasy.

I built a bolthole from basalt,
a basilica of beauty,
all balustrades and bevelled edges.

I contrived cornices,
curves and Corinthian columns,
but cut too many corners…

Day 22 PS

I wanted to put a silly poem in, as I felt my poem for children was a bit depressing.
This is actually one I wrote many years ago, when I was just 15. The teacher asked us to write an animal poem and there were loads of dramatic tiger, horse and majestic beast poems, but I came in with this, and I still think it’s a bit of fun.

My Mouse

My little mouse, he died last week,
The only pet I had.
A man down at the factory
Gave him to my dad.

I called him Mickey (naturally)
And cared for him so well.
I even bought a shiny cage,
But it looked more like a cell.

I felt so sorry for my mouse
As in his cage he sat
So I gave him a run in the garden
And he got eaten by next door’s cat!

Day 23 – Homophonic translation

Day 23 and today’s prompt is a homophonic translation (thankfully not homophobic, as I first read it!!!) I chose a language I have no knowledge of, so it wouldn’t affect the exercise.

It’s a strange thing to do, and I did think I might have problems, but luckily I got a poem I could work with. What a strange result, but I kind of like it!

Using the site link, I chose the following poem, in Swedish, by Lennart Sjögren:

Som i förbigående och med yttersta likgiltighet
utfärdas dödsdomarna
något mera långsamt men lika effektivt
fäller träden sina löv.

Ändå återstår förvåningen
över årstidernas förlopp
och ryktet om en hemlig benådning.

Here is my homophonic version:

Some I forgive, I mean, I taste like the guilty get.
Out, far from the door, morning.
I got more men looking affected,
fallen, trading in love.

And I, understanding, forgiving,
over-estimated for love,
reacted on a whim like beginning.

And here is the real translation:

As if in passing and with extreme indifference
the death sentences are passed
somewhat more slowly but with just as much effect
the trees shed their leaves

Yet it still remains, the surprise
at the course of the seasons
and the rumour of a secret pardon.

Day 22 – a poem for a child

Day 22 sees us being asked to write something for children. I can’t tell you how tempted I am to cheat on this one, as I already have a few in my back pocket!
Once again, I will work in the spirit of the challenge and try something new.

Hmm, not sure about this one either as it seems to come from a strange and unexpected place, but it is what it is. I would like to say that I usually write happy, rhythmic things!! Maybe not so muc for a child as potentially by one.

I don’t believe in monsters, they’re just inside your head.
Ghosts don’t scare me either, as they’re already dead.
I don’t mind rats or spiders, things that creep and crawl,
Even being all alone – I don’t mind that at all.
Thunderstorms and fireworks never make me cry,
And I don’t care if my best friend tells me I should die.
Mum says she’s a bully and I should just ignore
The nasty things she says to me, and I am worth much more.
That’s easy for my mum to say, as she looks slim and great,
While I am fat and ugly, and I am only eight.
One day, when I grow up, I know what I will be -
The winner of Big Brother, a real celebrity.
When everything looks perfect, I will feel beautiful
And everyone will say that I am quite incredible.