Poems For Your Week II
More poetry!
April is ‘National Poetry Writing Month’ and I have been trying to write a poem every day this month.
Not gonna lie, the last ten days have been patchy, but I have persisted!
Here are some more poems for my April challenge, following the daily prompts from my Insta-poet friend Amy Kay. Let me know which one is your favourite!
If I Could Do Anything
You waltzed on the mirrored sand, his arms like a cradle.
Rekindling colours from Monday.
A map of the world, the Mona Lisa, the Solar System:
Our reapers in grim chains, glittering ever on.
If I could build a house between your molars and your gums,
Cascade the greys, come forward different,
Your rainbow would run like oil and sink into my skin.
Heliocentric
The sun is just another star, said Aristarch.
But we sink into its velvet, our marble, the starch
White of the moon, beckoned through an invisible arch.
Piercer
Your longing is a moveable object Even if you don’t feel it so— Wild horses galloping from star to star, Their hooves like railway sparks. Pull back, says the archer, Your hand in a ballet with the Silken string. Two lamplights Blink at you, like a haunted car, Then depart. Can you stalk Your desires in their Daylight, in their indigo? Can you locate Them in the dark?
Internal Monologue
A glance in the basin: One sock, one shirt. The start of a joke, perhaps? “A sock and a shirt walk into a bar...” Needs a third character to make it work. I can workshop it over the dishes.
Aberdeen
My city’s built on granite and petroleum Reservoirs, all of us in one way or another Touched by the industry, from the School parents to the boys With accents from Alaska, Canada, South Africa. We wore kilts And sang Gershwin in the Music Hall And the men from offshore clapped the loudest. I lived by the hospital and Some nights the windows shook With helicopters, travelling from the ocean Or the highlands. I wondered What it must have been like That night, how many submersibles, Rescue boats, diver paramedics would have Disappeared into the distance. We would go play in Hazelhead Park and Greet the usual characters: the frog bins, The easy maze, Robert the Bruce and his spider, And three men, in helmets and boots Standing in a rose garden.
Wannabe
‘Oh so you’re a wannabe
singer-songwriter?’
Not just that!
I’m a wannabe
florist, a wannabe fireman, a wannabe
painter, parachuter, paleontologist,
a wannabe daffodill, a wannabe dolphin,
a wannabe volcano glittering with distance,
I’m a wannabe beetle, wannabe
honeybee, hummingbird, hand-holder extrordinare,
I’m a wannabe
steam engine, a wannabe
zircon, a wannabe waveform
jittering through space,
a wannabe geothermic geyser
oscillating in subterranea,
a quantum decision, a many-worlded being
a thought experiment,
a computer,
a song, a dog, a tear-filled eye,
an everlasting object
of transience,
How sad it would be
if we never wanted to be
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the wannabe one is so real!! love it, Olivia!!
Aberdeen - I like The Piper Alpha homage