May 12, 2015
NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, PoMoSco
Confirmation is in! I ‘passed’ April, with 100% completion of the PoMoSco challenges, and here’s my badge report to prove it… Feeling very proud of this month, and looking forward to pulling together a collection of sorts, even if I’m the only one who’ll ever see it.
Now, here’s to November, for the next brilliant but ridiculous challenge – another novel to get sorted.
April 30, 2015
NaNoWriMo, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, PoMoSco
Another April has come and gone, and although my notebook isn’t quite as full as I would have liked it to be, I did at least manage to complete all of the PoMoSco found poetry challenges. It’s been an interesting month, and I’ve achieved what I wanted to at least – I really wanted to learn more about found poetry, and I’ve certainly done that. Now, whenever I’m reading a new piece of text, or wandering around town, I’m seeing words as more than just components of whatever document / sign they’re forming, but as potential poetry. That has got to be a good thing!
My profile page on the PoMoSco page will stay online until the end of May, and I’m looking forward to having more time to sit and read everyone else’s offerings (because there have been some amazing ones), and keeping working on my own pieces. Going forwards, I think I’ll add some of my own words, and be a bit freer, but the challenges have certainly got me thinking, and given me some great first drafts to play with.
And so to fresh challenges. Through a conversation last night, I now have the plot bubbling away for the next in my series of novels (I care not that the first one isn’t even happening yet, you need to be optimistic!), and will start some gentle planning ahead of November. I love the thrill of finishing the 50,000 words in a month, and so hopefully November 2015 will be as fruitful as November 2013. Hopefully the second one will be edited much quicker as well.
April 20, 2015
NaPoWriMo, Poetry, PoMoSco
How on earth is it the 20th April already…
I’ve been keeping up (just) with my badge-earning for PoMoSco, but definitely need to have a good final push these last ten days to get my sash nice and full!
In other news, I was delighted to have a poem accepted by Peeking Cat Poetry, and I’m included in Issue 5, available to purchase or download now. This is the first poem I’ve had accepted into a journal like this, and I am incredibly excited. The fact that it’s cat-related is even more perfect (purrfect?), coming from a complete cat-aholic.
So, here’s to a very busy ten days, and fingers crossed I can get my final challenges in before the deadline!
April 7, 2015
NaPoWriMo, Poetry, PoMoSco
After a small break in proceedings with posting links here, we’re back to full-scale PoMoSo activity, with today’s piece being “Unexplored Paris”. Paris is a city I’ve always loved, and felt a strong sense of belonging in, so it was interesting to see where this piece took me!
There’s still writing for NaPoWriMo challenges going on in the background, but this weekend I finally managed to finish the first re-write of my draft novel, a big deal for me!
April 6, 2015
Memory, NaPoWriMo, Poetry
And finally, Day Five, Poem Five!!! April is definitely proving a prolific month on the writing front – I may not be posting all the drafts from NaPoWriMo, but they’re filling up the notebook, and some should find their way onto here for the rest of the month…
But for now, Tinted!
In our minds, as in life, do things become clearer,
as we step back, take in the bigger picture?
Or do rose and green tints thicken,
leaving us to create our own memories
from the scraps we have left?
A fragment here, a patch there,
begged, borrowed and stolen
until a picture we are happy with begins to form.
Gossip and false tales become solid, hard facts
as we hope we remember which memories
were fashioned from which friend’s story,
lest with a hint of embellishment,
we tell them our version
of their tale.
April 5, 2015
NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Uncategorized
#RichardReburied, Leicester, Poetry
Day Four, Poem Four, and today, a poem I wrote while I was in Leicester. Still very much in draft form, but I can see where I want it to go… I have, in the last ten minutes, put the finishing touches to the first full edit of my draft novel, and am feeling celebratory. So this is to the star of that novel!
A drink to Richard
Leicester Central Travelodge is allegedly built on the site
of the old Blue Boar Inn, the final place
where Richard laid his head, rested,
before Destiny called him to battle.
As he ‘slept ill in strange beds’,
on 20th August 1485 he settled
in the ‘large gloomy chamber’, filled
with his own great bed.
Tonight, in the bar, I sip red wine, think
about ‘my’ Richard: the man, not the myth,
who had a troubled night here, fretting
about what danger may lie ahead.
Later, crawling between pristine sheets
I wonder what became of his, abandoned
as England turned from white to harsh blood red.
Did one shield him, at the end, protecting
what dignity he had been allowed to keep?
He could have had one of mine, I think,
as I switch off the light, descend into sleep.
April 4, 2015
Day Three, Poem Three…
Just another Mundane Monday
Sitting, waiting, impatiently
for something, anything to happen.
But not this.
This wasn’t in the plan –
this wasn’t “what we signed up for.”
And what tricks our minds play,
as we think back, force ourselves
to remember the moment
which stood still and fell apart,
which flitted by, yet will last forever.
As time passes, tendrils of memory
lose their grip on what seemed so solid,
as wisps of reality are blown away
on the softest of breaths.
We try to hold on, cling tight
to the wreckage in our minds,
sift through the fragments –
but our point of reference is lost.
Our memory fails.