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Apricot, Firenze
Warmed by day breaking In through the shutters Light fur of the skin Curve of the fruit Sweet flesh Crushed in your hand Drips, splashes, runs Onto your belly Down to your thighs You smile, close your eyes Push me lower . n.b. http://www.napowrimo.net Day 24 prompt: Fruit. . Christopher Perry 24th April, 2020 →
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Day 37
I am out after supper. The light is fading earlier than previous evenings because of the spreading high-cloud cover. Venus is high in the west. Everything is calmer. The wind dropping, the sea smoother, the air warmer. Birds have settled into their pairs. Nests are built. A swan sits on a massive mesh of reeds; →
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E E E E E E E E
Crazy as this seems There are only five bits to the word “ERROR” And only three letters E, R, O But once someone in the know Along time ago Decided that when using Semaphore flags EIGHT ‘E’s are needed To signal a mistake In the message being sent . Now I must admit After eight →
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Day 36
While still strong, the wind is not so cold today. It is another day that is cloudless. The association of April with rain being delivered in re-freshing, short showers is far from the truth this year. The winds driving in from the east and the north are bitter and dry. Their strength and persistence challenges →
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No haga flexiones depués de gachas
They found him face down in his kitchen Previously the fittest sixty year old they’d ever known Lifeless as a rock He’d been warned But sadly, as a professor of literature At the finest university in Cantabria He’d conceived of so many different interpretations That he’d brushed over the literal . As they say in →
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Day 35
Cycling west along the coast road to the next village this morning took about half the time of any previous trip. The east wind pushed me along as I pedalled furiously to take full advantage. It was thrilling to travel so fast without wind rushing in my ears, without battling to make progress. It reminded →
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A Mother’s Advice
My daughter, go dancing! Send the boys daft Draw them close with your magic Cast spells like spring showers Cast spells to haul in their hearts Delirious youths will lie glistening in your net Save the brightest, throw back the dull . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 21 prompt; Take a poem from a foreign tongue and write a →
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Kindergarten
Three greylags shepherd Fluffy goslings stumbling moves Away from stranger . n.b. Counting goslings on the go is a tricky business. Like an enthusiastic child learning numbers, I see first nine, then seven, then eight during different attempts to quantify the bumbling brood. The three adult geese work together to direct operations. One to each →
Journey of Words 