NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Nine – ‘Midnight Mirror, Mirror’

The prompt for day Twenty-Nine was to pick a poem from the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar and write something based on that poem. I’m not a huge fan of Plath, to be honest, but they have some wonderful prompts based on her poetry. In the end I chose APRIL 19, 1962: “ELM”. It included three prompts which I tried to weave together and use as a whole – Write a poem embracing whatever burning ambitions you cannot suppress, write about a beautiful thing you suffer, and write an iamb three times in a row and then write to it as an ending. Here is the result,  I hope you all enjoy your day!


‘Midnight Mirror, Mirror’

I looked into the mirror last night,
If only I hadn’t looked-
I mean, I didn’t like what I saw.

It showed me some sugar and spice,
But it was cayenne, basal, garlic, and chives
Mixed into honey – a concoction I don’t want, and
I doubt you want it too.
I saw my eyes, black or brown, a color
More like a shade of half and half in coffee

At midnight, except there’s not quite enough
Half and half to make it decent, and the sugar, well,
Is that questionably spiced honey.

It was the mirror, mirror staring at me
Staring at me questioning the bones where muscles
Had every right to be, and the fingers in my ribs and scars-

I was trying to find dreams in my heart beat.
It was a long night going morning, no sleep, too hot,
The dog was crying outside my door, and I heard

I heard the ice cream truck stop outside,
Music trying to charm kittens close
At 2am, but I was looking in the mirror trying to

Find myself and what it is inside that rests so uneasily
Violent these nights.
I think I did, it was a imbalance of my ingredients.

Too much spice or sugar, I’m not sure,
But I was served with snips of eels, snails,
And some rattle snake tails, it soured my stomach.

It was a saucy combo for anyone.
Mirror, mirror, if only I could’ve looked away.
To only, to only, to only look away.



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GloPoWriMo – Day Twelve – ‘The Yoshino Cherry Tree’

The prompt for day twelve of GloPoWriMo was to write a haibun about the natural landscape in the place I live. Prior to writing this I honestly didn’t know what the tree was called, but google saved the day.


‘The Yoshino Cherry Tree’

The nights are still cool, though most of the local flowers have bloomed. The spring storms have pasted early, and soon we found ourselves walking every night up the hill to the church. There are trees full of flowers despite their age all down the street and up the thick grassy hill to the little red bricked building. I don’t know their names but I always see

White flowers bursting
Under the street lamps, tonight
The trees glow hallowed.

The nights are almost perfect for sitting in the pavilion – to talk outside of the house, not walling ourselves in anymore. Sitting tranquil beside family and friends, something else sits with us unnamed and wildly content. In time though we stand up and go back down the hill to home, alone.



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Shadow of May – Day Twenty-Six – ‘Oh Night’

Okay, so I’m trying to power through these and get caught up. I’ve finished day Twenty-six of Shadow of May which asked: What is my direction in life? What is my purpose? Yesterday and today’s are just notes sitting on my desk right now – hopefully not for long.


‘Oh Night’

Tell me what it is I’m trying to be,
The Queen, the King, the Knight,
Oh, night! It’s time, allow me to wash
My hair tonight in that icy, icy sea.

Tell me the truth, tell me please,
How there are many kind and gentle things,
People, really, and though I don’t always
Consider myself one of them – often,

It’s every so often that some one looks
With eyes too soft at me, telling me –
Cruel. I don’t want to talk, and so I won’t.
I refuse to be anything but cruel to me.

I like the challenge, oh, it’s a challenge yes –
Let us go wash our hair in the sea, tell me,
Why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I be anything
But cruel to me – I am driven to overcome.

Yes, I want to overcome the life I lived,
But couldn’t live. Is there not something
Beautiful, yes, and cruel, in wanting to be
Something else other than the me I’ve seen?

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight – “Bedtime Prayer”

Today’s prompt was repetition! I adore repetition, and though this isn’t my best work yet – I enjoy it, and that’s enough for me.

“Bedtime Prayer”

Replenishing darkness in which I lay,
Lay my head down upon bended knee,
Lay my head down and pray sleepily:

I wish for sweet healing dreams.
I wish for my body to restore.
I wish by all my simple means-
I wish to swim in sleeps shore.

I wish I knew how to properly love.
I wish I knew what I was made for.
I wish I knew what Gods dream of,
I wish I knew what Gods cry for-

But I’ve been told it’s best to let
Gods sleep, and to sing them Goodnight.
So Goodnight, but I wish that if I ever met
A God on sleeps sweet shore some night
Maybe, maybe they might tell me why
I was made, how to love, and if they cry.