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GloPoWriMo: Day 28

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GloPoWriMo: Day 28

The Day 28 prompt was to write a poem using Skeltonic verse.  Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse).  The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se.  The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another.  My poem rhymes, but the lines are probably too long and it’s probably not dipodic, but I couldn’t get shorter lines to work and meter has never been my strong point!

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Buzzy Bee

Sitting in the sun I see
A buzzing little bumblebee
Flying near a blossom tree
And coming far too close to me
Loud the buzzing of its wing
Frightened of its tail’s sting
Whose use its life’s end will bring
I think I best get back inside
For to be stung I cannot abide
And the bee must survive
If we are all to stay alive

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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GloPoWriMo: Day 27

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GloPoWriMo: Day 27

The Day 27 prompt was to write a poem that explores the sense of taste.  Many poems explore the sight or sound or feel of things and Proust famously wrote about the memories evoked by smell.  My poem could be about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue.  I have written a poem about the unusual taste of Greek firewater, or raki, and the physical reaction I have to it.

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Firewater

Bitter
As a wasted life
Burning
As an inferno in summer
Metallic
Solid, cold and scraping
Pressure
Intense, growing and never ending
Shudder
Violent and easing all at once
Ευχαριστώ
Ελπίζουμε να απολαύσετε την επίσκεψή σας

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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GloPoWriMo: Day 26

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GloPoWriMo: Day 26

The Day 26 prompt was to write a poetic answer to the question of what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilisation, would make of humans.  The poem should explore 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.  I have written the thoughts a member of an alien race might have while studying the artwork we have produced across the ages.

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Artwork on Planet 24684, Uninhabited

The earliest examples
Are scratches and smudges
On the planet’s rocky surfaces
Fairly consistent
Two legged creatures
Thought to be the dominant species
Throwing sharpened sticks into four legged creatures

Other ancient examples include
Elaborate colourful images
Within buildings, often triangular
The two legged creatures in more detail
Many with heads similar to the four legged creatures
With bodies mostly covered in cloth
And complex groups of symbols
Possibly some form of primitive record keeping
To be studied further by an expert
In the Alien Savage Communications Department

Later works are large solid woven fabric boards
Covered in a thick oily substance
Which appears to have been applied in liquid form
With a heavily textured device
Images include this planet, or others
Though the dominant species appears too primitive for travel
And many instances of the two legged creatures
Again with bodies mostly covered in cloth

The most modern examples we have found
Are thin flimsy images printed on plant material
High quality shiny pictures, similar content to the above
But far superior in quality
We are unsure how these were produced
But dating shows that the last ones
Were created approximately fifty years
Before the annihilation of the dominant species
Which the Alien Savage History Department
Believes to have been self inflicted

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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GloPoWriMo: Day 25

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GloPoWriMo: Day 25

The Day 25 prompt was to write a poem inspired by Gaston Bachelard’s 1958 book, The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. The poem should explore a small, defined space – it could be your my childhood bedroom, or the box where I keep old photos, the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand.  Any space would do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to me.  I have written a poem dedicated to my Nanna and her love of collecting trinkets and knick-knacks which has left many tiny, but not very many large, spaces all around her house.

No Space Left

A young couple
In all their finery
Gaze at each other
Ready to dance

A kangaroo
Lays relaxing
While a bemused Friar Tuck
Looks on

Clowns grin
The cavalier laughs
Family members smile
In wedding dresses and
School uniforms

While my Nanna desperately
Empties her overflowing handbag
Onto a tiny empty space on the floor

It has to be somewhere
She put it somewhere safe
Everything has to be somewhere
Somewhere in its own tiny little space

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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GloPoWriMo: Day 24

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GloPoWriMo: Day 24

The Day 24 prompt was to write a poem of ekphrasis – that is, a poem inspired by a work of art.  The prompt was to base your poem on a very particular kind of art – the marginalia of medieval manuscripts.   Rabbits hunting wolves, people sitting on nests of eggs, dogs studiously reading books, birds wearing snail shells.  It might have gotten quite boring copying out manuscripts all day, so the monks made their own fun!  I have chosen this picture of two men playing backgammon with similar (but not identical) illustrations above them.

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Best out of Three

Best out of three you said

Yes but, can’t we just do
Best out of five
It’s much the same thing

You lost
Accept it

But, but, best out of five
Come on

Don’t be infuriating
My design is better
It’s shield shaped for one
Which is better to hide behind
The legs on yours are spindly
My red background is fierce
And, I have the crown
So I make the decisions

How about
One more game
Winner takes all
What do you say?

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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GloPoWriMo: Day 23

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GloPoWriMo: Day 23

The Day 23 prompt was to write a double elevenie which is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem.  The first line is one word, a noun, the second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is.  A double elevenie would have two stanzas of five lines each, and twenty-two words in all.  My poem could be based on two nouns that are opposites, like sun and moon, or mountain and sea.  My poem touches on two childhood memories.

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Gingerbread

Ginger
Warm spice
Tingling my tongue
Bringing back lovely memories
Nostalgia

Bread
Basic need
Filling my belly
Remembering strawberry jam sandwiches
Childhood

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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GloPoWriMo: Day 22

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GloPoWriMo: Day 22

The Day 22 prompt was to write a georgic in honour of Earth Day.  The original georgic poem was written by Virgil, and while it was ostensibly a practical and instructional guide regarding agricultural concerns, it also offers a political commentary on the use of land in the wake of war.  The georgic was revived by British poets in the eighteenth century, when the use of land was changing both due to the increased use of enlightenment farming techniques and due to political realignments such as the union of England, Scotland, and Wales.  My Georgic could be a simple set of instructions on how to grow or care for something, but it could also incorporate larger themes as to how land should (or should not) be used, or for what purposes.  This is probably on a little bit of a tangent, but there is a land in it, and a plant and an insect, so plenty of nature at least.

A Single Rose

A single rose survives
Bright red against a barren landscape
The world is
Silent

A single bee flies
Bright yellow against a grey sky
The only sound
Anywhere

A single bee flies
Into a single a rose
Hope survives

There is nothing else

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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