Monday, 24 April 2017

short forms 24th April 2017

love-hate
the status of
a fourteen year old boy
changes faster than a dessert
menu


© Rachel Green 2017

overcast
glum schoolchildren
tulip leaves falling


© Rachel Green 2017

hedge cutting
sending pain to my arms
lelandii sap
At least the garden
looks a lot tidier


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planting seeds
visions of the future
in bloom

Reality:
I effectively invite
slugs and birds

slime on my dreams


© Rachel Green 2017

Working hard does not equal pizza

© Rachel Green 2017

Sunday, 23 April 2017

poetry 2017 / 077

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Last Starfighter,” “Last Unicorn,” “Last Day of Summer,” “Last Cookie in the Cookie Jar,” and so on.


Last Carl

Shouting in the street
the neighbour, drunk,
shouting at his daughter.
We go out
offer safety to her
and her mother, her kids.
I stand, impassive, waiting
while DK phones the police.
He can shout if he likes
but if he hits her I'll step in.
He's bigger than me
but I'm not afraid.
His drunk friend comes,
leads him away.
Peaceful street.

Four police cars arrive.

poetry 2017 (un-numbered)

Our prompt for Day Twenty-Three comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who challenges us to write a double elevenie. What’s that? Well, an elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is. There are some good examples in the link above.

A double elevenie would have two stanzas of five lines each, and twenty-two words in all.

Spoor
fox's scent
found by dogs
rolled and frolicked in
bathtime
shampoo
makes misery
foul fruity smells
why are we punished?
towels

short forms 23rd April 2017

sleeping
through the edits
oh that I could process
manuscripts whilst in the land of
dreamscapes


© Rachel Green 2017

dandelions
with bright yellow faces
jaundiced partners


© Rachel Green 2017

poetry
insubstantial rubbish
written down
That's the trouble with strict prompts:
I write utter drivel.


© Rachel Green 2017

blue skies
a list of chores
to perform

Mow lawns
cut hedge
clean pond

Clear out the concrete shed


© Rachel Green 2017

she fails to gain an edge

© Rachel Green 2017

Saturday, 22 April 2017

poetry 2017 / 076


The Dog and the Walnut Tree

A monkey and a lion cub
were arguing one day
about the need for belly rubs
and whatever game to play.
“It's delightful in the shining sun”
said lion to the chimp
“Why don't we see who's fast to run?
And which of us will limp?”
“Better still,” replied the chimp,
“Why don't we climb a tree?
“Award a prize for dexterous imp
I bet you cant beat me.”
“A tree like this?” said little cub
and lifted up a stick.
“Don't be stupid, that's a stub,
“You're really rather thick.”
“Am I?” said the carnivore
and proceeded to explain.
“There really isn't nothing more
than delicious monkey brain.”
The moral of this loss of life
is really rather glum.
the thickest stick to beat a wife
has a general rule of thumb.


poetry 2017 / 075

In honor of Earth Day, I’d like to challenge you to write a georgic. The original georgic poem was written by Virgil, and while it was ostensibly a practical and instructional guide regarding agricultural concerns, it also offers political commentary on the use of land in the wake of war. The georgic was revived by British poets in the eighteenth century, when the use of land was changing both due to the increased use of enlightenment farming techniques and due to political realignments such as the union of England, Scotland, and Wales.
Your Georgic could be a simple set of instructions on how to grow or care for something, but it could also incorporate larger themes as to how land should be used (or not used), or for what purposes.


Relax

Research;
the comfort and safety
of an internet browser
behind a virtual private network
order online for discreet service,
delivery in a plain brown parcel.
Growing mediums of composted soil,
Coco Coir or hydroponics –
adequate lighting for maximum yield
choose your bulbs carefully.
Germinate seeds in rooting plugs,
seed trays or paper towels,
with the second pair of true leaves
transfer into growing medium.
Grow on, water well without soaking,
plenty of light for eight hours a day,
add nitrogen to encourage growth.
Check the leaf shoots for buds or pollen sacs
and remove plants with pollen.
At half full size adjust the daylight
twelve hours on, twelve hours off,
watch the growth spurt for six weeks.
Slow down the nitrogen;
Phosphorous and Potassium
are good for developing flowers.
After four to six weeks the buds should be ready
look for the white hairs to turn inward--
some might turn yellow--
harvest the buds and hang upside down.
After two weeks, hang in mason jars;
check to avoid dampness
cure for another two weeks to several months
longer makes smoother.
Relax.

poetry 2017 / 074

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room! Use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch your poem. Your poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material.

Black Bags

Dog waste bags stuck in trees look like crows
she said, as if the horrors of the A61
were something she'd been forced to witness.
Sometimes they fly away,
cackle at the passing cars
and the full ones just hang, limp,
like a farmer's spoils on the barbed wire.

But if the waste bags are crows,
then supermarket bags
are the plastic equivalent of pigeons
flocking together,
scavenging in shopping malls
and market outlets,
clustering high on chimney pots
and sycamore trees,
tattered and resilient
spreading disease the colours of petrol
and suffocating sparrows.