Category Archives: Wolf Woman Whispers

parting

 

damp

lips break

silence into kisses

.

messages

survive liquified

without wasted words

.

Oh!

god! kiss

me a river

.

april 10

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Glopowrimo / Napowrimo 2020

 Day 10:-Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is another one from the archives, first suggested to us by long-time Na/GloPoWriMo participant Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!

these dreams are sighs

Day 4.:- takes its cue from our gently odd resources, and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream.

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Glopowrimo / Napowrimo 2020

 

 

these are dreams

only

no-one cares

to listen out for

these are dreams for

no-one

cares

if

 

a soul slinks off for

these

stammering over broken glassescurled up in cornerssymbols staggering masquerading as prayerssprinkled with paprikamint and see salt

 

a soul holds out for

these

hanging off fangs off were wolveshowl sickled&scythed along veins&skeins  of lightening’s shuddering with mirth

 

a soul breathes in for

these

illusion bathed tendrils on frondedfingers stalled between stars&seeds crossed over as jewelsdripped in lovers heavy heartedbirdsongs wanting the coldest of snow nests

 

a soul flies in for

these

darknesses jasmined off wingless pickings frail as elephant skins&childish giggles echoing over absent truthes and creeping tongues of loosened citrus skies

 

these are the seams

running running running

for their lives

for their dearest illusive lives

 

 

these are thinnest in the mornings

as we rise

simmering still off lips still yawning

over toast and marmite and cooling tea

pass the sugar, hon, please

he sighs

 

these are the dreams that slink off for

you to live a ‘normal’ life

 

 

April 4, 2020

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