NaPoWriMo2017, Real Toads


For the whole month of April poets have been prompted by a variety of websites, clubs and groups to ‘pen a poem a day’ for the whole month.

This was my first napowrimo and a very enjoyable and challenging experience and i achieved my goal of 1 per day minimum.Thanks to Maureen for the work she does o this project.

I have used prompts from the napowrimo website at times this month past but the rudder for my craft has, in the main, been provided by the inspirational community of poets at The Imaginary Garden, all of whom have extended a warm welcome to this fledgling scribbler, for which I am full of gratitude. There is nothing like a support network to lift your feathers into flight.

So the month has passed and we welcome May Day here in Scotland. My first poem for the month reflects my thoughts on the process I have begun as a writer this last 30 days.

I have danced daily with my smirking muse (and desire to continue)

I am the better for it in so many ways.

See you along the trail.



writing for each day

spring’s muse ritual is done

but we write again



Till next Year.

NaPoWriMo2017, Real Toads


It is the final day of napowrimo and, as has been the case a few times this month, I have chosen to combine prompts from the napowrimo website (something that happens again and again) and Real Toads (on the photo electric effect).

Thanks to all who have visted, liked and commented during this month, to Maureen at napowrimo and to the Toads, all of whom have enriched my own writing process.

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hell t’ skel t’

For today’s prompt, Rommy at the Imaginary Garden says:
I would like you to contemplate the idea of the childhood boogeyman. This is as wide open to your interpretation as you’d like. Feel free to really go wild with this. As always stop by your fellow poets and show they a little love to comfort them after contemplating the things that go bump in the night. Over at napowrimo it’s day 28 (phew) and the prompt is to write a Skeltonic or Tumbling poem. Two excellent prompts, one poem. Enjoy.



you lie awake

and dreams they take

root in your head

to fill with dread

and thoughts of dead

things in your room

in midnight’s gloom

whose ghostly glare

make cold the air

please don’t look there

i would not dare


how real the fear

of dark things here

can seem to be

when we are wee

but in the mind

i think you’ll find

what comes at night

delivers fright

just out of spite

it’s spooky’s right

in case you might


forget that this

is not amiss

and in this space

you find a place

for Dragon’s trove

and haunted cove

for vampire bat

and witches cat

for ghostly chains

and screams of pain

you hide in vain


under blanket

your body wet

with fear and sweat

it’s not done yet

the curdled scream

wakes up your dream

and then you see

it can not be

but creaky stair

stands up your hair

it is not ghost

but buttered toast




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sambaAt the Imaginary Garden the  assignment is to write about shoes. Pick a song (or two or three) if you like, use the photo if you like, or whatever works for you. And then let your words race, dance, fly!





wearing them


at least it seems

that way


now i look through

nostalgia’s glass


(eye) conic they were

even then


and so fucking cool



stripes and a name

that flitted


across the pitch




i am Jairzinho

Carlos Alberta


Arantes do Nascimento


in my mind

free flowing

beautiful game


mother bought me a pair

cheap from the market

two stripes


no taste no idea

i can’t wear

these to school


in that


plague  round


have you any idea

how much (she)



fierce eyes killed

any reply

so on they went


one stripe torn from

the dream

gauntlet to run



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Haiku, NaPoWriMo2017

dark haiku

Today the napowrimo prompt is interesting.

Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.

Happy writing!



not present in this future

spring did not come here


alien beings-

human footprints gone forever

dark future summers


bone and ash layer-

remains of us in autumn

winter came for all





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Karin Gustafson is hosting our prompt this morning at The Imaginary Garden.
Some of you may have noticed that I have had a hard time blogging the last few months. Part of the difficulty for me has been the feeling of being an outsider, in my own country and in the world.

Oddly, not writing so much poetry has led me to do more visual art work (a real bit of grace.)  Here, the feeling of being an outsider has been very freeing since (with no real training), I have very few expectations about my visual art.

There is actually a long tradition of outsider art in the visual arts, that is, of unschooled  artists making of a body of work; Grandma Moses was a famous outsider artist; Simon Rodia of Watts Tower fame another.

So, the prompt today is based on the idea of the outsider.  You can approach this from any direction you wish–an outsider as refugee or exile; an outsider at a party or at school or from a clique.

You could also use the prompt to try to write as an outsider–like someone unfamiliar with the established tools of writing (an “outsider literary artist”.)  Or you could write about simply being outside, that is, in nature.

Finally, you could use this as an ekphrastic challenge and just write about a picture made by an outsider artist.

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Day 25 of napowrimo and it’s the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.

Greetings to all poets, visitors, friends! And so we have come to the last Tuesday of poetry writing month. It has been a CHALLENGE for those who are attempting to complete 30 poems in 30 days. It has also been a celebration of our community of poets – we are so often too busy to make the effort to write on a regular basis (and I count myself in this number) but this one month of the year allows us to come together both to inspire and support the art which all of us holds so dear.

While this platform remains open to any poem you wish to share, I offer a tiny picture prompt for those who may be running out of ideas, and are looking for a spark to ignite the thought process.

The artist I am featuring today is Agnes Lawrence Pelton (1881–1961). To visit the WikiArt gallery of some of her paintings, click HERE.

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as sleep fell heavy

on my eyes


words began to fade

into view


‘pen me’


my mind knew

it was now


i should reach

for paper and pencil

but the desk was

four steps away


and sleep had me

lulled in her

tender embrace




surrender inevitable

and those words

became thin ghosts


silent echoes

in a void



but not


one pebble


upon the shore


much like

all the others



it called to me


i remember that


and now it lies

hidden in plain view





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