Category Archives: Narcissus

cornucopia cold feet

what happens when ?

unicorn wants to turn on the heating but can’t not

because he is hoof-full and finger-less

but because of the cost

and a magical horn won’t cut it

he curses, willing winter dismissed (for good )

he’s a summer horse, awaiting a miss ( of course)

he deserves more than this!

he stamps his frozen feet

shakes his silver sweet forelock

to no avail

flicks the whites of his tail

as shivers quiver his withers

he fails to notice

across the planet

ripples are felt and ice melts

closer closer closer to home

warms the globes of his heart

his cold cold heart.




hey, boy

what does a unicorn have for tea!?

mind your own business, lass!


not a haiku


NaPoWriMo day 5 :

write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?

Unlike swans, i dance

Glopowrimo / Napowrimo 2020


Day 8:- asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.

Today’s poetry resource is a series of twitter accounts that tweet phrases from different poets’ work. The Sylvia Plath Bot, as you might expect, tweets snippets of Plath.

Plath snippet :- Unlike swans,


Unlike swans,

i dance

what a lovely creature, a swan

quiet, sedate, white

what wings, so neat

folded, elegant

until they beat

water rhythmic

in an effort to lift

their bodies, but only just


listen, a swan


thrum thrum thrum

if only i was one

aloof, untainted, unthirsty

untouched unless by chaste water

unmated, unruffled, undusted unless behind

cabinet glass, perhaps, an unwanted gift

a vision


what a fine thing, a mirror

smooth, unopinionated

divested of majestic longing

though learns to listen for the longings

of reflexions of others

unlike me


i dance before this

song of a swan

an ugly thing

lifting distance

only just

a drift of pale gray feathers



April 8 2020