Friday, 18 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 18/30 - Salt Water & Aloe + Day 19 Prompt


Salt Water & Aloe

These are the things the body asks for
Pour me salt water and aloe
replenish

all this dry tinder
and cracked pavement
in a frayed shell

this is how life ends
but it started
with salt and
viscous liquids
accidental organics
single cells
mutating
motility
mobility

nomads
moving further and further into sun
lungs remember
the cooling clean
of gills
the flow and rinse

we have yet to learn
photosynthesis
we are made of water
salt
aloe’s enzymes and lignins
direct our cells

we are as old
as we are new

compunds
in a landscape
of body
flowing through time

craving salt water
to purify
aloe
to heal

18/30
NaPoWriMo
2014
DAY 19 PROMPT:  Operating Instructions



Thursday, 17 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 17/30 - Au + Day 18 Prompt



Au

That gold you spun
wrapped around me
like magic
poured into my crevasses
seeped into my soul
filled invisible cracks

it was like
living light

you give good shine

Alchemist you
turn dead into gold

Liquid silk shapes to me
all that’s left now
is the solidifying
of this new form

but you withdraw
before the metal sets
like attracting like
your molecules follow you

there I am
naked
cracked
brittle broken
fracked
disintegrating
slowly
disappearing
into dust.


17/30
NaPoWriMo
2014


 Update: tiny rewrite. Also - this is from yesterday's prompt - and more on kintsukuroi here


 DAY 18 PROMPT:

I know of a cure for everything: salt water...in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.

Karen Blixen

I love this quote and more and more have come to rely on the purification of salt water. Maybe you know a different "cure for everything." Make it work for you.

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 16/30 - My Studio + Day 17 Prompt

My Studio

Yes windows
those are important
onto something
nature or
a bustling street

but still
must feel like a hideaway
protected and secret

a very easy chair
with a place to put up your feet
a good light for reading

fire place
wood floors
tea kettle little Italian
espresso pot

paper
empty notebooks
full ones
a stack of books
on an old wooden chair
next to the very easy chair

lots of power outlets
and good tiny invisible speakers
wifi
flowers in a jug or watering can
secret stash of peanut butter
marmite and oat cakes
cocoa and honey

a hammock

a ping pong table
which can be used as a project table

a chalkboard wall

a project table that’s really for projects
or writing
stripped naked wood repurposed
with a tall chair

so many mugs
so many

toys

everywhere
things to put up my hair with
for when it gets annoying
also a little bowl for rings watch
and jewelry
which always have to come off
when writing gets serious

so they’re always off, really

oh a throw on the chair
and blankets
I’m always cold
pillows
for pillow fights

no cat

the colours
you know the colours
are my colours
greys, blues, greens
teal
with a burst of orange or pink
violet

sage
candles
incense
matches

if there’s a tiny refrigerator
that’s very quiet
it has butter
milk
and smelly cheese

art supplies
because you never know

bits I’ve collected
from Oregon to Brighton
obsidian, amethyst, rose quartz
mother of pearl
hamsa from Marrakech
keys I don’t know
what they open anymore
Camden Hello Kitty

whatever sparks my fancy
invites more

changes of clothes
for changes in plans
yoga mat
Laphroaig
The Selected Letters of Raymond Chandler

the guitar I've not yet learned to play


16/30
NaPoWriMo
2014

(From a prompt on a series of works of Artists' Studios by Damian Elwes.)

DAY 17 PROMPT:

I've taken this from my friend Maggie's FB - she posted it:


Tuesday, 15 April 2014

NaPoWriMo - 15/30 When Everything Comes Together + Day 16 Prompt




DAY 16 PROMPT:

I accidented upon the work of Damian Elwes.  A happy accident.  One of the series he's dedicated himself to is the painting of artists' studios.  Take a look at the paintings.

Then

paint your artist's studio with words.


Monday, 14 April 2014

NaPoWriMo 14/30 - Tiny Dancer + Prompt for Day 15



Tiny Dancer

Wind the brass key
lift the satin top
ballerina pops upright
her dance in pink
mirrored from behind
and in your eyes

this is girl wonder
maybe the first
as she twirls
her toe shoes turn to skates
she glides from her platform
her dress becomes ice blue
matches the lake
she floats on blades
her turns looser and freer
her extension elongated by speed
her arms flow like wings
her heart beats with the winter breeze
the smile tastes of frost and freedom
her dance is airborne
weightless elegance
full expression of existence
she expands in air
becomes one thousand snowflakes
falling gently tumbling lightly grazing
boughs of trees
she lands softly
her dress green
tree fairy
seeking sisters
of all colours
they sleep in flowers
I am told
enfold themselves
in wonder and magic
live inside a child’s eyes

until she closes the box
until next time.

14/30
NaPoWriMo
2014

From a prompt:  



(and also inspired by a certain 5 year old)

DAY 15 PROMPT:  When Everything Comes Together