As many of you know, I am writing 30 poems in 30 days this month for NaPoWriMo. I chose not to post every single poem for a number of reasons, one reason in particular being that I usually prefer to handwrite my poetry (at least in its initial stages). I did promise that I would post some poems, roughly once a week, and so here we are with my first batch of dodgy poetry (I never said I was a good poet).
The first poem is without form and rhyme, then I have included some shorter poems I have written – 2 haikus, and a limerick for a bit of fun – before ending with a villanelle. In all cases they are pretty much as they were when I first wrote them, and so they are all in need of some work, but I have decided to leave them for now.
runs down the outside
of an icy glass bottle,
running down over hands
scorched red, brown and black
from the sun,
where wrinkles blend with
pulls away to be
examined, fingers outstretched,
lines and scars and
The thumb runs over the
tips of the other fingers
twitch upon the imaginary
feel of steel against
draws the hand back.
Fingers clench tightly
as another drop
a weathered, scarred finger.
Wind whistling past
these walls, a prison hiding
Below the ocean
roars, the swirling void where life
and death will soon meet.
There once was a bit of a quitter,
who quit so much he was bitter.
But then he quit work,
was no more a jerk,
until the twit signed up for Twitter.
Villanelle: A Sound
It hung around
in the hall,
waiting to be found.
A small hidden mound
found in the wall
emanated that lingering sound.
Gazing at the bump I frowned.
Uncertainty caused me to stall
As I wondered what was to be found.
I felt myself tightly wound,
no longer so mighty and so tall,
but scared stiff from that shrieking sound.
Suddenly I screamed and fell through the ground,
realising I’d been tricked, I felt defeat’s gall.
Curiosity had cost me but at least I had found
the reason behind that malevolent sound.
So there we have it. Feel free to provide feedback but keep in mind these poems are very much in their infancy.
How is everybody else going with NaPoWriMo?