Moment 57

Almost night. The light dims. The time when the big ones sleep. It is your time. Time to rise and stretch. Take a bite. A drink. To explore. A garden of possibilities.
Not star dark yet.
You sniff the air. Feel the night breeze on your face. Stroking you. A distant sound. Dog calling. Too distant for trouble. A jump. A gymnast on a bar. You dance along. Instinct.
Then sit.
This will be the last time. You feel it. In your paws. In your bones. The coming of the end. No more to watch the flight of falling stars. No more to search among the ground for the exciting. You think back to the loves. The wars. They are gone now. Only you remain.
Silver at your ears. Watching the days. But this the last. No more.
The end of nine.

This came about thinking of a twilight memory. It struck me it would be more interesting if it wasn’t a human but an animal thinking of their life. I chose second person as I wanted to put the reader into the body of the animal. To become the animal. To make them closer to the animal. To increase empathy. I think it works.

POEM: Darksiders

Moon above
Sellotaped wings
Plastic fangs
Night kings
Little witches
In a line
Waiting for the clock
To chime
Bobbing apples
In a bowl
A sweet treat
Is your goal
Pumpkins with
Toothy grins
Light the path
Of the twins
Black cats
Furry spiders
Tickle the faces
Of the darksiders

This poem was inspired by the annual Hallowe’en celebrations in my road. Watching my children and neighbour’s kids get dressed up in homemade costumes to go Trick Or Treating. One of my favourite times of year, ushering in Autumn and dark nights.

POEM: Contentment

Ball of contentment
sweet dreaming of warm log fires
and a little mouse

This poem came about because I was trying out different poetry forms. I like poems with clear structures that constrain you but at the same time free you as you don’t have to worry about how many stanzas you are going to use, or what rhyme pattern you are going to go to battle with. This poem is obviously about my cat and how content he looked settle on my lap before a winter’s fire.

Write-30 No. 16

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Look Who’s Talking.

Walking alone along a back street, you think nothing of it until you hear, “Be quiet. Someone is coming.” You look around but there is no body about except this cat and dog. Surely, it can’t be them talking?
What happens next?

STUCK?   Try this story starter:
As usual after school, I take the back street along Hatcher’s Gardens that curves around the corner of Mulligans Mews to get to my house. I like going that way at that time as the place is deserted and you can take your time to suck on a sweet and not be bothered by any other kids or people you know. Sometimes I just like the quiet. I was about half-way along when I hear, “Shhh! someone’s coming.” I glance about but there is no one there just a mangy old mutt and a dog-eared cat. Surely, it couldn’t be them. I go hesitantly towards them and peer closely. Suddenly the dog pipes up, “OK. What do you want?”

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What is Write – 30?
Write – 30 is a daily activity where you write non-stop for twenty minutes then check and edit your work for 10 minutes. You will be asked to write about different subjects and in different forms.

The writing should be done on lined paper in pencil if possible. Edit and check the work in pen. If you don’t have paper and pencil, use what you can. Even a computer.

Finding it difficult? What you can do to help:

  • Always sit/work in the same place
  • Always use the same writing tools
  • Always turn the TV off
  • No talking – it distracts thinking
  • Always listen to the same piece of classical music when writing.
  • Always set yourself a goal: count the number of words. Try to beat that number the following day.

POEM: What’s That Noise?

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What’s that noise outside?
Bounding from the tree
What’s that noise outside?
Making me want to flee.

What’s that noise in the garden?
Slinking through the grass
What’s that noise in the garden?
I hope it does not last.

What’s that noise by the back door?
Clawing at the window
What’s that noise by the back door?
I wish it would just go.

What’s that noise in the kitchen?
Sneaking across the floor
What’s that noise in the kitchen?
With sharp teeth and claws.

What’s that noise in the hallway?
Slithering up the stairs
What’s that noise in the hallway?
I wish it was not there.

What’s that noise on the landing?
Creeping in the night
 What’s that noise on the landing?
Giving me a fright.

What’s that noise in my bedroom?
Leaping on my bed
What’s that noise in my bedroom
It’s …..my cat Winifred!