Cat’s Prayer (Week 5)

Steeped in silence

At six in the morning

Across bright lights

From a nearby field,

Seagulls land on the ground

Before leaping into the air

In a circular pattern

Leaving nothing but

Feathers on the mist

And the tapping of my paw

On the window.

(Week 5's prompt was Choose an animal. Observe it as closely as possible in the wild or a zoo or aviary. Then become it. See it and live it. Look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself to it. This poem is about our younger cat and a eventful Saturday morning crying at the window to the local birds)

The 7.39 (Week 4)

Draining each drop

Her mood didn’t improve

Sucking up the air

Each time she looked up

Spiralling inside out

Across the wind

At all that

Passed by

Severed with a

Thread crawling

Slightly behind it

In a deep frustration

Merging with anger

That he’d smiled

At somebody else

That morning.

(Week 4 was about writing an invitation. While writing this, I ended up watching a tv programme called the 7.39 (picture above) which me and my other half both really enjoyed and these words kinda came from that)

Wrestling in Darkness (Week 3)

Low cloud leaves a trail

Over damp wet mist

Circular in the light

Beaten into silence

Over the top of

A celestial choir

Ripped over the bridge

Catching on the surface

Of creation

Wrestling in darkness

Like Frankenstein’s Monster

Constantly rebuilding itself.

(Week 3 asked for 'You need a full length mirror and a room with a lock. Now – get your kit off. Look at yourself, slowly and solemnly. Don’t just imagine it – do it. Your subject is your own body. If this unsettles you, stick with it. Have a go. This poem looked at it from a slightly different in the sense of constantly rebuilding yourself)

The Way Out (Week 2)

Words gobbed around

The middle of a woodland

Nestled in a portal

Of forgotten bed stories

Half opened at dusk

Bent yellow in static

Kicking leaves onto rocks

Stung in maddened tongues

Crying for a way out

In broken poetry.

(Week 2 asked for a un-usual journey. Mine ended up been about a journey where I got lost in a forest some years back). 

New Leaf (Week 1)

Cast out across the broken chimes

Of your watch

At the birth of the new year

The wind is almost motionless,

Stretched out across the orchard

Leading to the wall

Circular cut in half

Almost kissing tongues

With the drunken snow,

Begging across the deserted chapel

Turning a new leaf

Away from the darkness.


(Week 1 asked for This week our idea, our theme, our suggestion is - how to approach a year or turn over a new year. My idea looked at it giving nature a voice of a new start at the beginning of the new year). 

52 Poetry (Introduction)

This is a response blog to Jo Bell’s blog http://fiftytwopoetry.wordpress.com/

Where over a series of a year (Yes, a whole year) Poets are given prompts on a weekly basis to write a poem each week.

I have done something similar in both 2012 and 2013 for Napwrimo where I had to write a poem a day, so henceforth why I took up this challenge.

Enjoy!

Andy N