The Dark Mirror

Which one is real?
The predator,
Hiding in the shadows,
Motionless, waiting,
The silver in her hand 
Caught by moonlight?
Or is it the other one?
The meek creature
Who comes out only
During daytime?
Does it matter?
They both lie and, in the long run, 
It will make no difference to you.
Whoever she is,
She will hunt you down.
She will take everything you have
And everything you are.
This nightmare,
This reflection in the mirror,
She is all you will ever know.
She will make you walk for miles,
And you’ll never find out her name.

My entry for NaPoWriMo Day 9 (prompt: film noir) and for 2013 PAD Day 9 (prompt: a hunter poem).

Day 8 - How to Build a House

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Build your house
On a hill.
That will give you an advantage
Over your neighbours
And it will keep you dry
When the floods come.
Lay your foundations
Onto the roots
Of an oak tree.
That will remind you
There’s someone older
And stronger around.
Your ditch should be large and deep.
You don’t need any unwanted visitors.
The door should be simple, made of wood,
And it should creak when you open it.
That way you will know 
That your job is not done.
Make your windows large,
So there is always plenty of light,
But build a deep cellar
To retreat to when you need darkness.
Finally, a tower
To write in,
Solitary and secluded
With just a single window,
Should you wish
To let your hair down.

My Day 8 NaPoWriMo poem. I used the 2013 April PAD Day 8 prompt.

The Only Problem

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To celebrate seven days of NaPoWriMo (and eight written poems), I should have created something festive. Instead, I came up with the darkest poem I have written this week. Sorry, but it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.


He bought a rope.
Then he fixed that fence.
He had been postponing it for a long time.
He tidied the house
and wrote a will.
Then he wrote one more letter.
He took his bills out of the box and checked them.
All paid.
He called his son, who said he was feeling better today 
and even managed to eat.
He hung up, then called his daughter.
She was unavailable.
It was getting late, so he had to hurry.
He took the rope from where it was lying
And slowly walked out.
At the door he stopped and looked at the room.
All nice and tidy.
Then he walked over to the barn.
That was all.
But who will take care of his cat now? 

The Post

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It was their home.
I don’t know 
What they thought or felt,
If anything, 
But they must have enjoyed
The garden
And the kind autumn sun.
The cold must have killed them.
They say this happens to wasps
When the weather changes.
They also say the queen leaves the nest
And goes into hybernation 
During winter.
I hope she did that.
The nest was still there,
Intact.
The mailbox was full of them.
There was nothing else inside.
Nobody writes letters 
These days.

My NaPoWriMo Day 6 poem. I used the PAD Challenge Day 6 prompt (the word was "post").

A Box Full of Trinkets

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Just start
And keep going
It will all make sense in the end
The words
A box full of trinkets
That dog
Who loved you
That afternoon
When the sun was hot on your skin
And the cold wind
On that graveyard
Your life
Full of trinkets you don’t need
But can’t throw away
A box
Where every button or a piece of thread
Might be needed
To stitch it all together.

My Day 5 NaPoWriMo poem and the prompt is taken from the April PAD Day 5 challenge (write a plus poem). I got stuck and almost didn't write this one, so I played some sad music in the background, closed my eyes and started typing. Then I just kept adding stuff.

Day 4 - Hold that darkness

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Two short poems today. The first one is for the PAD Challenge:

Hold That Darkness

Not sleeping

Curled up 

Safe

As long as the darkness remains

On my eyelids.

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The second one is an answer to the Day 4 NaPoWriMo prompt:

Well I Was in the Neighbourhood

Well I was in the neighbourhood

So I decided to drop by

So I decided to dig a hole

In your rose garden

So I decided to write my name

On your garage door

So I decided to burn your treehouse

On my bonfire

So I decided to give your bed

To my goats.

I Don't Want You to Read My Poetry

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I don’t want you
To read
My poetry.
Stop searching my room.
I will not tell you
Where my poetry is hidden.
You will never find
The loose floorboard,
The buried treasure,
I don’t want your meddling fingers
In that box.
Look.
My room is full
Of beautiful china figurines,
Serene waterfalls,
The sound of dolphins in the background.
This is who I am,
Smiling and composed.
Don’t you dare ask me 
Where my poetry is.


This is my NaPoWriMo Day 3 poem. I used the 2013 April PAD Day 3 prompt (write a tentative poem).