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Monday, 1 May 2023

I Sometimes Wish I was a Tree

 I sometimes wish I was a tree

My arms raised worshipping the starred sky, 

The moon with her lily light shine

Feeling the magic of the soft breeze

Lifting my leaves

Resting my roots deep in cool damp earth

Steady, strong


Sunday, 30 April 2023

Thank you #NaPoWriMo

 #NaPoWriMo Thank you for the fun and for the challenge!! I can't believe I've managed to write a poem every day and even got my blog River of Words up and running before it was all over! I was the last to do so apparently! 😅 Such a huge learning curve for me and never have I written so much poetry in such a short time even on workdays! I'm even quite pleased with a couple of them! Well done to everyone who wrote a poem a day for the whole month. It's been so inspiring to read such good poems. 🎉

#NaPoWriMo Day 30

 #NaPoWriMo Day 30 

A palinode poem, retracting a view expressed in an earlier poem. 


Not the Crow


No! I am not the crow

I will not eat those worms

I prefer to lift them gently from the path 

I will be a different bird

One with feathers of light and a quiet song of peace

I will sing my song from high treetops to the empty open air

Singing for the joy of singing

Flying over sunlit fields.

Saturday, 29 April 2023

#NaPoWriMo Day 29 I'm a Vegan Sausage Roll

 #NaPoWriMo Day 29 A food poem. 


Sausage Roll


I'm a Gregg's sausage roll, but vegan

Quorn centred, super tasty

cruel people call me joker, 

a greasy interloper, 

not fit to share a counter with a real pig 

sausage roll.


My given name is Karen

I prefer that one to Kevin 

but my friends just call me yummy

as they cram me in their mouths. 

I know I am a trickster, but I do it                   

for the planet, just try me 

pigs will praise you

as they worship me their saviour

I know they like to keep their meat inside 

their pretty hides.

Friday, 28 April 2023

#NaPoWriMo Day 28 The Earth

 #NaPoWriMo Day 28 

An index poem. The Earth...


as seen from space, 27;

its distance from the sun, 34;

wondrous third planet, 43;

its incredible variety of flora and fauna, 52;

its delicate web of life, 53;

our history of abuse, 666;

our relationship with it, 80;

Gaia our mother, more fact than fiction, 42;

depletion of her minerals and animals, 94;

pollution and destruction since the industrial revolution, 97;

our role in global warming, 100;

our urgent need to protect it, 105;

the importance of rewilding, 106;

how we should care for it, 107;

its future prospects, 113;

our hope for it, 123. 

Thursday, 27 April 2023

#NaPoWriMo Day 27 The Blackbird of Impermanence

 #NaPoWriMo Day 27 

I had to write a poem titled “The ________ of ________,” where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal, and the second blank is an abstract noun. 


The Blackbird of Impermanence


The blackbird sang

the day I wed -                                                     

A song of liquid light as

the smooth Summer river flowed like a 

glistening shoal of marigolds. 


I heard the same song

that night I thought I'd die - 

Before dawn the blackbird answered my cries with lilting laughter. 

My perfect child a bruised thing of beauty burst from my inside.                                 

She mewed like a drowned kitten. 

Our eyes met. 


The bird came again

In a cold place when I felt my lonely ride was done

the notes trailed into darkness

the music was gone

you were just a plain black bird

eating worms.


As my seasons turn around

the blackbird watches with golden eye

A cloak of feathers can't ward of evil

Yet if I sit and breathe I hear his fluid song once more. 



Wednesday, 26 April 2023

#NaPoWriMo Day 26 Your Mother Must Have Known

 #NaPoWriMo Day 26 

The prompt for today was to write a portrait poem that focuses on or plays with the meaning of the subject’s name. So here's mine... 


Your mother must have known

When you were fresh out in this World

How great you'd one day be                                                                                      

So capable and strong. 


When you were young at school             

Your friends would pull your leg

You'd need to be the best

To live up to your name. 


You did it your own way

You never compromised

You made them understand                     

You really are just ACE 💗

I Sometimes Wish I was a Tree

 I sometimes wish I was a tree My arms raised worshipping the starred sky,  The moon with her lily light shine Feeling the magic of the soft...