on time

there's plenty of it
lining pockets filling cups
its the dark I hate

~

CLP 31/08/2021

Dream #20

you know, this thing that didn’t happen

anywhere but my head, seemed real

I remember everything about it

conversation, colours, the amazing food

all the personal touches

every sensation, but smell

smell? nothing.

I thought nothing of it until I was asked to leave

as I said, it seemed real

but without a scent of the place

without that, I knew something was wrong

I thought I could smell a rat

~

CLP 16/06/2021

On Dreams xviii

Not entirely sure

what actually happened

I was fast asleep

~

CLP 23/05/2021

On Dreams xv

these people are all

wrong faces on known bodies

pantomime horse shit

~

CLP 20/05/2021

On Water iii

great crested grebes dance

like that Sunday afternoon

when our hearts dove-tailed

~

n.b. Somewhat hidden by the willow branches, but they are there…promise.

CLP 12/04/2021

Customer Service Enquiry

Dear Charon,

Have you updated payment systems

for your ferry on the Styx 

to allow ‘contactless’ payment,

or do you still insist on coins

complete or in bits?

.

(Just asking for a friend)

Yours truly,

Mort, A.L., esq

~

Dear Mr Mort,

For me, it as a rare treat indeed

to have a customer letter to read

letters about death are usually left

for the eyes of the newly bereft

.

and not for the ferryman

~

With respect to the tech

and with all due respect

despite combustion engine invention

there seems no intention

.

of providing one for the ferryman (I still have to row, row, row my boat gently down the stream).

~

In regard of cash or card

this may seem a trite hard

but the answer’s ‘no way’

will I change how souls pay

.

I just need to know who will pay the ferryman

~

I look forward to meeting you.

Yours in expectation

Charon

Styx River Ferry Corp. (Registered in Delaware, Malta & Gibraltar). No returns. No change given.

https://www.napowrimo.net/

And now for our (optional) prompt. This is a twist on a prompt offered by Kay Gabriel during a meeting she facilitated at the Poetry Project last year. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.

~

CLP  11/04/2021

On Numbers (Infinity)

Everything we do

today can make tomorrow

a day worth having

~

n.b. God, give me strength to do the right thing.

~

CLP

On the Street vii

~

Grey, cool rain persists

Days run together down drains

Mingling with lost years

~

CLP 06/10/2020

Faithful Friend

My pet? Ah, yes

Stolid, Black Labrador with still vibrant, clumsy tail
We’ve seen some things, eh?
We’ve stuck close
Through thick, thin, thinner and thinning hair
We saw off them off with love
My departing children
We stood at the door side-by-side
As they left
One after the other, after the other

Saw him off too
With pots and pans, my best coffee mug
And your dumb, playful barking
But that wasn’t a game
Old pal
You great huggable, soppy, beast

Do you even know
That when you tugged covers from my bed
Desperate for me to let you out
(When I would have willingly laid
To drown in my own brine
Or sleep forever)
You saved my life
Do you even care that
Our walks together
Under these huge skies
Kept me alive

Now you, heavy with age
Less steady on your feet
Often slide to sit
Then sprawl and lie
Where you just happen to be
Hallway, dining room, or lounge
I’ve found you
Panting like a steam train
Letting you rest, recover
Or helping you up, bending double to lift your fat rear
Then guide you to water, or the yard
(You have been so good about that
Mostly)

You struggle to move
Until this one starts cooking
Oh! And then you’ll find strength enough
Despite the aches and pains
To get off the floor
Waddle out to him
Limp after his every step
Stand by him
Sniff his knee, lick his feet
Look up at him with affection
Through those milky-blind eyes
For hours
For what?

A morsel picked from the pan
A rough cut of carrot, split tomato
Dropped on the floor
For you to snuffle around
With your great wet nose
To slaver and slobber it up
Off the dusty floor

Look at you
Doddery, drooling
Pathetic old BITCH
This is how you repay my love?
Those veterinary bills
I could ill afford?

You wait ’til when he’s gone
And, believe me, he’ll go
He won’t stay long
His kind never do
He’ll move on
And then you’ll find, frail fool
You were just another whose heart he played

But don’t worry, honey
I’m not broke
I have been saving up
I’ve enough for one last cheque
You’ll find out soon enough
What betrayal costs

My pet.

n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 29: Prompt: pet.

CLP 29/04/2020

On Saturated Ground II

Ankle deep pink foot stands

Slender neck rests on oiled back

Sleeps with eye open

.

CLP 28/09/2019