Happy National Poetry Day!

Hi guys. So it's National Poetry Day once again, and to mark it this year I haven't got much in the way of poetry. At the moment I'm still working on getting the next installment of Frynwys Features and the first installment of Slam Poetry on the Spot finished. Hopefully those will be with you within the next week. However, I can't really mark today without something made of verse, so here's a short poem about that most universal of subjects, a mole trying to find his way home.

Underground Junction

A mole burrows home,
side to side like a hairy lizard.

He approaches a junction,
dank soil and worms.

Light is unknown to him,
whiskers are his guide.

They hit a worm on the left,
chilled soil on the right.

The mole scurries down the left tunnel,
the promise of a banquet awaits.

NaPoWriMo #10: A Worm Wakes Up on a Monday Morning

Okay, so things may have taken a surreal turn on the blog. For the tenth NaPoWriMo poem, we have the familiar tale of a homeowner struggling to cope with noisy neighbours.

A Worm Wakes Up on a Monday Morning

Just under the grass
of a spring-drenched lawn
an earthworm rests
in his one room flat
next door to an ant nest.

His neighbours went out
the night before last,
and it had been quite a party
on the surface as the ants
gathered their crops.

The worm is still recovering
from that bombastic disturbance
when a spade caves in his ceiling
and baths him sunshine
while a blackbird eyes him from the trees.

NaPoWriMo #1 | Robin on the Fence

Here it is, the first poem of my NaPoWriMo odyssey. Hope it's not too bad. There will be another one tomorrow, hopefully at an earlier time. Watch this space.

Robin on the Fence

My word, the bird feeder
looks a bit empty today.
I guess the magpies
and jackdaws ate their fill.

There's a worm down there,
just poked his head up.
He won't have time
to wish he hadn't.