Showing posts with label prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prompt. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 April 2018

NaPoWriMo #25: Hornet Warning

Caution: Do Not Disturb This Hornet Nest.
Contains Vicious Warrior Insects
Liable To Sting You To Death.
Orange, Yellow and Black Markings
Are Outline To Help
If You Ignore This First Warning.
Do Not Mix With Bees
Unless You Wish To Provide
A Giant Hornet Buffet.

(Today's poem comes from the daily prompt on the NaPoWriMo website, which asks participants to write a poem in the style of a warning label to myself. Since giant hornets are warning labels in and of themselves, I'm not sure how helpful this poem will be in helping people to avoid them, but we can hope. Now with five poems to go we're finally near the finish line. See you tomorrow with the next poem!)

Thursday, 19 April 2018

NaPoWriMo #19: Sunshine Garden

The sunshine outside the window,
the trees growing new leaves,
the grass growing taller.

The puddle at the bottom
of the garden drying up,
sparrows and blackbirds

darting through the branches.
Somewhere in the distance
someone hammers nails

into a fence, the latest
apprentice carpenter
to appear in the village.

(Today's poem is inspired by the daily prompt from the NaPoWriMo website, which today was to write a paragraph describing a story, the scene outside your window or directions from place to place, and then either erase words to create a poem or use some of the words to form a new poem. I took this prompt and used it to describe what my garden in Frynwys looks like in the current weather.)

Friday, 21 April 2017

NaPoWriMo #21: Village Grapevine

It's been a while since I've taken up any of NaPoWriMo's daily prompts, but here we go. For my twenty first poem, I've followed NaPoWriMo's prompt to incorporate overhead speech, in this case overheard throughout my home village of Frynwys.

Village Grapevine

There's a lot of knotweed
down by the stream.

Is there really?
Better sort that out at some point.

Just moved up here from London,
getting my bearings you know?

Nice to meet you, don't worry,
this place is really quite small.

It's gone chilly all of a sudden,
it was sunny this morning.

You know what that is?
That's the cold front that is.

A blackbird chirps to a goldfinch.
I wish I knew what they were saying.

Oi, finch! Will you shut up?
You're doin' me head in and all!