Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • Kleptomaniac

    I confess to living my life Lifted from pop songs, poets, fools Taking every chance I get Wandering where I choose Secreting in my pocket Those most precious of jewels Stolen seconds of Time To be wasted with you . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 13 prompt: All poetry is theft. Christopher Perry 13th April, 2020 →

  • Day 26

    Another Sunday, Easter Sunday. Warm this morning and then a steady decline in temperature as a sheet of high cloud moves in from the north. The sunlight becomes watery. At last a long talk with my son on the phone. We talk about what is happening in the hospital where he works. The attritional nature →

  • Full to Overflowing

    The cows have got to be milked Whatever else happens So, some sheep have been filched The cows have got to be milked Chickens attacked by the fox The piglets slipped out of the pens The cows have got to be milked Whatever else happens . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 12 challenge: write a triolet…nearly. . →

  • Day 25

    Here, where the land is soft and low, a hill can be any rise you choose. Walsey Hills, crested by Scots pines is a lump of clay not much more than the height of a double- decker London bus. Three Farthings Hill, up on the heath is not even two metres from base to crest. →

  • Day 24

    A beautiful day. Still warm after six in the evening. The sea state is slight. Mist edges the horizon beyond the wind turbines. I walk along a lane that becomes a raised grassy path across the middle of a huge furrowed field. The earth is banked high to protect hundreds of rows of seedling potatoes →

  • Domestic News

    The internal dialogue loops through courtesies, simple enquiries about health, discussions about food. Subtle changes in conversation lead to redrafted perceptions. Two siblings sharing a house again after more than four decades. As before, this is not through any fault of our own, but this time we make the rules. We are not so much →

  • Swifts

    Summer Dreams borne By delicate wings . n.b. In 2019 swallows had arrived in Somerset by 12th April. Swifts followed soon after. In other years I have seen swifts before swallows, e.g. Isle of Wight, 2018. CLP 10/04/2020 →

  • Day 23

    The reed marsh by the mill flooded with the night’s full moon. The earth bank traps the tide as a pool. At the point of turning back toward the sea the water is still. Without a breath of wind on its surface it becomes a mirror to the cobalt blue above, inverts reeds, the grassy →

  • On Cliché

    antagonise sensibilities. unhinge complacency. hang subtlety . n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 10 challenge: use 6 words in a 1-2-3 words per line format to say something poetic, or pathétique. As writers we face the constant challenge of avoiding the ‘lazy dog” of cliché. Bonne chance, mes braves! Christopher Perry 10th April 2020 →

  • Peace at Last

    n.b. GloPoWriMo / NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 9 prompt: Concrete Poem. →