You know who you are

 

By Klügmann Painter - Jastrow (2006), Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=668158

You know who you are

You give me riddles and pointless little trials.

You must be bored.

I tried to stay away from you,

but you keep singing out of tune,

you keep growling at me through clenched teeth,

and when I ask what you want

you pretend to be asleep.

Then you make me wake up at night,

you offer me simile as lame

as yesterday’s first drafts,

metaphors as pointless,

as they are stale.

You don’t follow rules you say,  

yet you keep dancing around the truth,

you wear this shield of platitudes,

and you hide your face in shadows.

GloPoWriMo Day 2

How Mona Lisa was painted

 

How Mona Lisa was painted

He painted her on a base of red-brown ochre.

He dressed her in iron oxide and vegetable browns.

The colours of her chest were those of red ground and bone black

The hue on her skin was lead white and Flanders yellow.

The shadows on her face – burnt amber and black ink.

GloPoWriMo Day 1

I used the following resource

The Thorns

 

The Thorns

She has wrapped her heart in these thorns.

Nothing gets inside and nothing leaves.

Well, not alive, anyway.

There are wild things sitting on her shoulders.

They look cute, but I wouldn’t trust them.

I worry for the hummingbird.

It has been eating her pain for too long.

Its poor heart has turned black too.

Meanwhile some butterflies mind their own business.

They are not here to save, or to comfort.

They are just resting their wings for a while.

GloPoWriMo Day 0 - a portrait 

Echo on Writing

 

Echo on Writing

say what you wish, but I

really hate 

goodbyes so I would rather leave 

a sentence 

unfinished or let a phrase

dwindle off

no full stop or 

comma but maybe 

just 

maybe 

a dash 

GloPoWriMo Day 30

Two Poems for Day 29

 

The albatross in question

The albatross in question is a silly bird.

It never sleeps.

I can hear it flapping its wings at night.

This constant flapping creates a draft.

It chills my bones, it sweeps through my mind

until all that’s left is a pair of wings

flapping.

This keeps me awake at night.

All because there is an albatross living inside me.

All because I feed it.

I can’t let it starve.

Can I?

Clandestine 

If I was a tarot card,

I would be the high priestess.

I would live my life 

between secret handshakes and clandestine libraries.

I would sit all day upon my throne.

I would eat pomegranate seeds,

receiving the ones who have travelled from afar

in order to gain some wisdom from me.

Then I would refuse to answer any questions,

raising my eyes, indicating that 

Heaven only knows.

Then I would proclaim that I was too tired,

that all these questions have left me exhausted.

Then I would lock my door, so that I could finally 

read the book that had been hiding

inside my sleeve.

That would be my dream job.

That would be a life worth living.

GloPoWriMo Day 29 

The Empress Tarot Card

 

The Empress Tarot Card

She sits on the throne, all by herself. Some say she's pregnant.

Pomegranate seeds adorn her face. What could she be thinking?

She sits on the throne, pretty and silent. She’s bored to death.

GloPoWriMo Day 28 - a sijo

Freedom

 

Freedom

The tut-tut-tut of the trumpet.

Can’t you hear me calling, it says.

I am lonely and so afraid, it says.

The lights are out, the supper is cold.

What shall I do without you, lamb?

Now the dogs bark. The horses neigh.

What shall we do without you, lamb?

Was it you running, barefoot, in your night-gown,

down that road, into those woods?

I will kill you when I find you, lamb.

This road is not on the maps.

These trees whose names you don’t know.

My lamb, my white lamb,

will I never find you again?

GloPoWriMo Day 27 - American sonnet

Inspired by this piece of music: