Category Archives: NaPiWriMo

National Poetry Writing Month

Desiderata

Her middle finger traced a perfect line Sinking into a moist abyss Her senses swam her eyes blurred The always perfect kiss Moving, rippling tingling cupped A sensuous solo clinch The grinding slow gyrating climb Sweet agony of the pinch

Posted in NaPiWriMo | Leave a comment

Hunted

The tracker stoops Eyes in a narrowed studied stare Seeking what had passed, And gone by there A bruised blade of grass, Perhaps a cracked twig The faint imprint of heavy feet Yet the final gasp Leaves no trace

Posted in NaPiWriMo | 1 Comment

Worcester to Birmingham

Driving at night Distorts place and time The familiar is lost In a black blanket Bright lights seduce And deceive Ahead an uncertain Terrestrial constellation Sprawls Trusty landmarks Disappear There is just you Your journey And your destination.

Posted in NaPiWriMo | Leave a comment

Pit Head

Dirty shaft, suffocating dark Oh god whose awful power has hid The warmth of summer suns in coal And man must delve and toil amid Such dangers and let death take toll Each cage descending forever Ears strain for cracking … Continue reading

Posted in NaPiWriMo | Leave a comment

The Rope

Hangs Twisted Round Knotted Hung Cruel Hemp Entwined Taut Tempting Limp

Posted in NaPiWriMo | 1 Comment

The Corona Man

He came once a week Each visit a treat Lemonade, Irn-Bru Tizer and Ginger Ale All for sale Yellow pop Was my favourite Sweet and bubbly The long sleek neck Mottled for grip Cherryade Tasted odd But supermarkets spelt misery … Continue reading

Posted in NaPiWriMo | Leave a comment

Trapped

Cold steel envelops A cruel lattice Faint light smears Opaque glass, broken panes And tilted mirrors distort Seen through bulging eyes A bare grate Kept cage The door slightly unhinged

Posted in NaPiWriMo | 1 Comment

The Window

The last thing I said to you Was don’ t leave me alone Naked in the corner Hunched, bare Boards scrape my feet Cold light freezes my skin Musky air fills my lungs Eyes fixed in a glazed gaze. Until … Continue reading

Posted in NaPiWriMo | Leave a comment

Acid Lake

Crazed love child of the tip From whose rotten corpse Sulphuric acid flows Spewing rusty liquid. From punctured wounds A scabrous puss seeps, Wreaking silent retribution. Laying waste as it too was wasted, Redemption lies only In the passing seasons, … Continue reading

Posted in NaPiWriMo | Leave a comment