A lil black phone with my poems in
Thursday 25 April 2024
#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day25 #Dipyourtoe
Wednesday 24 April 2024
#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day24 #poetryonpescription
Poetry on Prescription
What’s the use of poetry?
You can say it’s self-indulgent, but
Poems have be more use to me
Than any anti-convulsant.
Not by preventing flashes
That’s not the right description.
Poetical explorations helped more
Than any doctors’ prescription.
Tuesday 23 April 2024
#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day23 #WonderWoman
Monday 22 April 2024
#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day22 #arockandahardplace
Sunday 21 April 2024
#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day 21 #Purple
Purple
Purple tights that fit, which
seemed such a splurge, but
no longer feel a luxury,
a bared legged necessity.
Purple the bruise on her breast,
that on closer inspection,
is not a contusion,
but a tie dye related accident.
Purple the altar cloth,
the amethyst, the silk bag
wrapping her oracular tools,
paraphernalia of a priestess.
Purple in the Pride flag,
symbolising spirit, once reserved
for monarchs and emperors, from
boiled down Phoenician sea snails.
Purple a little indulgence,
regal wrapper for chocolate,
that I nibble, plotting shenanigans
for when I am older and only wear…
Purple.