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Day 5:- see below for prompt

ps. I tried

Glopowrimo / Napowrimo 2020


hissing & giggling

like a breath locked behind teeth and lips

wild & savage horses sweating gnashing streaming from nostrils

there must be hordes of these unsaddled steads bursting clear


breath takes a breath

joins the flanks & withers

unhurried now and slow

time has pulled up, dimpled & impatient

straining at the gates, themselves drawn up in ancient

times – time time time has ticked & crashed counterfeit in fits of


dusts & dandelion puffs and prideful lusts spread out flat

abundant as on a Roman table with Caesar sat, fat as a fat white grub


no-one can lock breath out or in out or in out or in

or take it back as victor’s loots


you hear the shouts “it’s a lockdown, you hounds, muck in

get down on the ground, you bunch of sooks, lift your skirts, suck it up….”


“quiet, now look, let’s pull up and catch the wind” a simpler voice pipes in

out cast your soul and mind unbridled onto powdery stars afar”


this is a hunt for another kinda sanity

impenetrable locks can’t hold this longer than that infinity


down in the dirt prints itself slightly skewed against the heavens –

the ensuing smell pelts us with pips and gasps of sweet that taste like hell –


Death shakes Breath’s hands and declares a draw. She chortles, it’s a tie, alright

no more fight


they glance in my direction, calling me Marmalade, laying the table for tea

but I am high upon my bestest horse, me like a goddess twice blessed and he

like a hairy surfboard, bucking for all he’s worth


full power, up the tower, directionless is best


Andiamo! Avanti!

apri le porte! questi denti !

parlare ! silenzio !


don’t spare us, screech the horses, not spared, of course

in silence, all of beast or burden, lay down panting amongst tiny dandelions, humble daisy lusts

chained at last, picking bits of feast from our teethes, delicately, licking breath from our lips


April 5



prompt day 5:-

It’s called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. The challenge is to use/do all of the following in the same poem. Of course,  if you can’t fit all twenty projects into your poem, or a few of them get your poem going, that is just fine too!

  1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
  2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
  3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
  4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
  5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
  6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
  7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
  8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
  9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
  10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
  11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
  12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
  13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
  14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
  15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
  16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
  17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
  18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
  19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
  20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

Fair of Face

‘I s’pose you’ve heard of that guy that died in ancient times, but I’ll tell you why…

a certain son of a …. Let’s get this straight. There was once this…’


an hombre by the name of Narkissos who

was birthed between kisses and ripples

between swirls of blues and turquoises

stilled on an instant between breaths

of a willing nymph and a river  — God! but what

he was, he is, was always and infinitely is

pretty pretty pretty, actually and definitely perfection its self

caught in a reflection of him self


he came out perfectly formed on tongues of water

he came out at himself sideways at first, perplexed

floated on a ruisseau gently filled face to face at last

and be came conscious of him self

a perfect pool crystallised to flesh


he, an apple caramelised, his admirers lyricised, hypnotised

affected by his pheromones, his dulcet tones, his astounding beauty — God!

set to sticky sweet, to salt, at addiction  — he, attracts a plethora of lesser

beings bee-wings being — as unrequited whinings best ignored but is there fault?

for who could not resist the calling

for falling falling falling

deep deep deep in love

this vision, vision vision

water falling, cascade of drops, of lost selfs, lost lush to

damnation, admiration, as sickly elixir as ever was

getting thinner thinner thin as water

‘well, that still sparkles long after the disaster

well, the myth, and a name retained, is all that remains

well,  that,  and a flower  —  an echo echo echo of this

well, ain’t that fair,’ pronounced Nemesis

NaPoWriMo day 21:-

prompt based in the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way. For example, you could imagine that imagine the water is speaking to you, the narcissus flower. Or you could write a poem in which the narcissus berates the Kardashians for stealing their neurosis. Or a poem that comments on the narcissism of our time, i.e. beauty and body obsession, etc.