The cat with the mouse in its mouth is just passing through. Past the mourners, veiled and shuffling through a rhythm only known in grief. In the corner of the room, he finds a perch to place his prize - to sit and watch grim pageantry. The procession moves sluggishly, dragging their polished shoes across the worn carpet tile. They talk around the reasons for being here; about weather, about the family, about anything but the one thing missing.
The cat sinks its teeth into Death and makes the process simple.
Sunday 30 April 2023
Day 30 - Ending
Napowrimo Day 30
So we come to it at last - the final prompts of the month. I definitely found this more difficult than last year but it has been a lot of fun. I hope everyone has gotten something out of the prompts and I look forward to next year's challenge. Without further ado, here are the last prompts for Napowrimo 2023:
Official Prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a palinode – a poem in which you retract a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem. For example, you might pick a poem you drafted earlier in the month and write a poem that contradicts or troubles it. This could be an interesting way to start working on a series of related poems. Alternatively, you could play around with the idea of a palinode by writing a poem in which the speaker says something like “I take it back” or otherwise abandons a prior position within the single poem.
My Prompt:
“Not with a bang, but with a whimper.” Or so the famous Eliot quote goes. As we wrap another month of prompts, I want you to consider endings. Maybe start the poem with your favourite ending line from another piece.
Lucky Dip:
Celebrate
Saturday 29 April 2023
Day 29 - Fragrance of Dark Coffee
Rain.
Light against glass.
Susurrus of storm
behind each note.
Sitting,
curled in on yourself
beside warmth of fire.
Head in my lap.
Lost
in your own little
Elysium; gone travelling
while laying
against
me. My fingers draw
shapes into your skin.
The music plays to
itself.
Molasses slow, lullaby.
I lean down to kiss
your sweet lips.
Napowrimo Day 29
Official Prompt:
Start by reading Alberto Rios’s poem “Perfect for Any Occasion.” Now, write your own two-part poem that focuses on a food or type of meal. At some point in the poem, describe the food or meal as if it were a specific kind of person. Give the food/meal at least one line of spoken dialogue.
My Prompt:
I do enough of prompts with sight but never enough with sound so here we go. Pretty simple, I want you to listen to a piece of music called “Fragrance of Dark Coffee” and just write based on that. It could be in the background of a scene of a prose poem, it could be what the music makes you feel!
Lucky Dip:
Dawn
Friday 28 April 2023
Day 28 - Word List 4
Take this - patchwork chambers of a heart worn
on a faded denim sleeve. Take needle and thread.
Take off the pieces and dredge them in soap to
wipe the smell of his cologne from you.
Take a run while it soaks - limber legs longing
to take the memory of something other than
his hands, huff out his name in the scorch
of your lungs. And then, at the peak of the trail,
press your back into the rough skin of an oak,
stationary, and take his name from the
vault of your mouth. Take it out and let
the wind take it from you.
Thursday 27 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 28
Day 27 - Book
in plain sight. I know your
cursive better than the
curve of your lip. I think about
how it would be to write ourselves
into each other's worlds and,
perhaps, get to trace the line of
brow. The crook of your elbow.
The apex of your jaw.
Learning to read the verse
from your skin; a story kept
for yourself until, here, we let
it breathe.
Napowrimo Day 27
We are in the home stretch now!
Official Prompt:
Today, begin by reading Bernadette Mayer’s poem “The Lobelias of Fear.” Now write your own 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 poem should contain at least one simile that plays on double meanings or otherwise doesn’t quite make “sense,” and describe things or beings from very different times or places as co-existing in the same space.
My Prompt:
Using a short form of your choice, such as a halibun or tanka, write a series consisting of the chosen form that goes through the phases of the moon.
Lucky Dip:
Book
Wednesday 26 April 2023
Day 26 - Bite
Hold still.
Let me test the pulse
in your neck with my teeth.
Let me press the threat
of my hand around your wrists;
the cut of sharp nail
pinned to your palms.
Hitch of breath, crescendo
approaching as the heat
rebounds between our bodies.
Feel your life pass
across my tongue as it
traces the road of an artery
down the map of you;
a world to conquer
in this moment as you,
caged bird, sing my name
like a deity.
Napowrimo Day 26
Tuesday 25 April 2023
Day 25 - Twelfth Night
Monday 24 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 25
Sunday 23 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 24
Day 23 - Belief
stood waiting. Back to the door,
wavering prayer whispered under
the breath to a god that never listens.
Hear the screech of door hinge.
Do not flinch at it. Do not flinch as
the chill of His coarse fingers
trails along your bare arms.
Kneel for Him. Take his name
for your own. Open yourself to
Him like a home. Learn to live
with the knowledge that He
holds you lightly in the palm
of His hand and plays God.
Saturday 22 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 23
Official Prompt:
Start off by reading Arvind Krishna Mehrotra’s “Lockdown Garden.” Now, try to write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.
My prompt:
Day 22 - Highway
valley;
anthracite blade
cut through
trees.
green silver
blue
white grey
cherry burst
bringing us
back
hum of wind,
frisson of fingers
river
shallowing beneath us.
Napowrimo Day 22
Thursday 20 April 2023
Day 21 - Boy
Napowrimo Day 21
Day 20 - Fear of The Dark
Sleeping with a light on to fight shadows. Some thing stirred its way along the walls without it; a cloak of ink around a mass that was within the wall, became the wall, became tower, became infinitesimal. But it dissolved beneath the soft yellow glow of lamplight from landing hallway; door left wide open.
Years pass. Hurricane of tears and moods and lessons in patchworking a heart. All within the shell of midnight - within the unlit bed. Within a child hiding behind adolescent bluster, into adult dismissal. Within the clenched fist that swings through the air, confused by its lack of substance.
Wednesday 19 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 20
Napowrimo Day 19
Tuesday 18 April 2023
Day 18 - Summer
The radio aches a little song as we drive over coast roads and out across the hem of the horizon. Each note is a dodged pothole, an amber light shot through, a guttural growl of tire tread. We sigh through counties as the radio tells us about love. About all the things it wants it to be but here, your hand over mine on the gearstick, is what it is; the sky bruising dark above us as the sun jealously steals the warmth for itself. We keep driving; singing our moment to the world.
Monday 17 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 18
Day 17 - Feather
Raven, perched above a door. Raven,
watching out the window as moon waxes
behind a willow's skirts. Raven, laughing
at a bust of Pallas and all her wasted
wisdom. Raven, with night in it's wings.
Raven, raving, regal sitting as a king
in all his grandeur. Raven caw in the
echoing halls. Raven, nevermore. Raven
tail shimmering midnight. Raven
across Orion's waist, aurora trailing
from its beak. Raven, wingspan constellation
wide. Raven, song of autumn.
Raven perching. Watching. Waiting.
Raven roost and making home.
Sunday 16 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 17
Day 16 - Recipe
Napowrimo Day 16
My prompt:
We are getting right into the weird and wonderful now. Today, I want you to write a poem that is also a recipe. For what? That is up to you! Let your imagination run rampant and see what happens.
Official prompt:
Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For example, if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.”
Lucky Dip:
Graveyard
Saturday 15 April 2023
Day 15 - Titles
A Marvellous Light
The darkness outside us makes the glow of a candle feel holy as we kneel before each other, as if in prayer. We, in these little silences with small smiles gifted; offerings - almost waiting for permission, for us to draw closer into the communion of each other's arms. Feel the brush of your hands running across my skin; feel the frisson of you against my lips. And, from here, we sit together. We take tea. We sleep with fingers interlaced. This, would be a wish granted; to be so irrepressibly, conventionally yours.
Napowrimo Day 15
Officially halfway through! I hope everyone has been going well this month and you have all been enjoying the prompts! With that said, let's get going on to today:
Official Prompt:
Begin by reading June Jordan’s “Notes on the Peanut.” Now, think of a person – real or imagined – who has been held out to you as an example of how to be of live, but who you have always had doubts about. Write a poem that exaggerates the supposedly admirable qualities of the person in a way that exposes your doubts.
My Prompt:
Time to be a little bit silly and have some fun. Look at a bookcase. It could be your own or perhaps one from a store or maybe one in someone else’s house. I want you to pick three titles from the books you can see and then write a prose poem from them. The first title forms the title of your poem, the second is your opening line and the third is your last line. Have fun!
Lucky Dip:
Green
Friday 14 April 2023
Day 14 - Word List 2
Thursday 13 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 14
Day 13 - Haggard Hawks
TUDICULATION (n.) the act of striking something with a hammer; bruising, battering Break me beneath the point of your thumb. Feel it strike , sharp in and watch stars form in the middle distance of my gaze - I want to feel the bite against my throat, I want the thirst. Bring it down like a father's fist; like war; like sun crashing itself into the world - spilling itself across us until the sky bruises; skin marked by ownership. Which is to say; we make ourselves celestial as we move in anticipation of the falling of his best leather belt.
Napowrimo Day 13
Hello and apologies this upload is late. It has been a day of it. Now lets get into some poetry. One from the main site is quite substantial again so we will put that last.
Lucky Dip:
Scream
My Prompt:
This one was used last year but I loved it so it is making a return for 2023. Haggard Hawks is a twitter account renowned for bringing odd, weird and wonderful words that often go unused into the light. Today, I would like you to have a little look through their account and pick a word. That word will form the title of your piece. Then see what follows from there!
Official Prompt:
tart by taking a look at these three short poems by Bill Knott.
Dear Advice Columnist
I recently killed my father
And will soon marry my mother;
My question is
Should his side of the family be invited to the wedding?To X
You’re like a scissors
popsicle I don’t know
whether to jump back
or lickQuickie
Poetry
is
like
sex
on
quicksand
therefore
foreplay
should
be
kept
at
a
minimum
Now, try writing a short poem (or a few, if you’re inspired) that follows the beats of a classic joke. Emphasize the interplay between the form of the poem – such as the line breaks – and the punchline.
Wednesday 12 April 2023
Day 12 - As Therapist
Napowrimo Day 12
Tuesday 11 April 2023
Day 11 - Regret
Monday 10 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 11
Official Prompt:
This prompt challenges you to play around with the idea of overheard language. First, take a look at Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “One Boy Told Me.” It’s delightfully quirky, and reads as a list, more or less, of things that she’s heard the boy of the title – her son, perhaps? – say. Now, write a poem that takes as its starting point something overheard that made you laugh, or something someone told you once that struck you as funny. If you can’t think of anything, here’s a few one-liners I picked out of the ever-fascinating-slash-horrifying archives of Overheard in New York.
• So I asked my priest, and he said “I think you should see other people.”
• Don’t say “no” to drugs. Say “no, thank you.”
• You smell like you want to be alone.
• Oh hi! We were just speaking very poorly about you!
• I feel so elated! Wait…no, I mean, “violated.”
My prompt:
Today, I would like you to try and write an ode to something you own that you use constantly. It could be anything from a pen to your computer. A good example of the form is Carrie Etter’s “Ode to my Leopard-Print Coat”.
Lucky Dip:
Regret
Day 10 - Angels Before Man
Inspired by the wonderful writing of Rafael Nicolas. lines taken from page 198 of 'Angels Before Man'.
And, if prompted, I would stand with you in a room
filled with our reflections - to admire the artistry
of your body. I want to claim it for my own;
'I want you to see how we are two halves of a single sun'.
We could twist and burn in the lusting space of
night in these rooms we rattle through like ghosts while
'being embraced by the simmering heat of Michael's muscles'
to hear the cadence of your voice whispering my name;
Like a hymn, like a prayer, like an exultation before god
and yours - held in the chantry of my mouth like
a miracle as we move in circles, floating in each other's gaze;
'Eyes dazed with lingering drunkenness'.
Here, in this moment, this could be something revolutionary;
as we press our lips together - this could be religion.
Napowrimo Day 10
Last day of the bank holiday so lets get right into it!
Official Prompt:
I challenge you to write a sea shanty (or shantey, or chanty, or chantey — there’s a good deal of disagreement regarding the spelling!) Anyway, these are poems in the forms of songs, strongly rhymed and rhythmic, that sailors might sing while hauling on ropes and performing other sea-going labors. Probably the two most famous sea shanties (at least before TikTok gave us The Wellerman) are What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor? and Blow the Man Down. And what should your poem be about? Well, I suppose it could be about anything, although some nautical phrases tossed into the chorus would be good for keeping the sea in your shanty. Haul away, boys, haul away!
My Prompt:
Here’s a slightly different one. Go grab a book. It can be one of your favourites or something that just happens to be close to you. Open the book to a random page and take three separate lines from it. Now, write a new piece that includes those lines.
Lucky Dip:
Blue
Sunday 9 April 2023
Day 9 - Rorschach
There is a man reaching out
to grab at your throat. His hand is a murmuration of swallows; is the smoke rising from so many chimney stacks. The hollow of his eye becomes the apex of a tunnel that feeds back into the burning house. There is a man reaching out with a fist that looks like war. He wants to break you, burning his name into the paths along the streets he forms from his tongue. The birds dive again, reforming into the silhouette of your body; becoming a bonfire just to burn your image if he can’t claim it for his own.Napowrimo Day 9
Well I didn't manage anything yesterday so lets try again today!
My Prompt:
I would like you to look at images from the renowned Rorschach test. Maybe come back and look at it at different times throughout the day. In a few lines, I would like you to describe how the image changes, how your perception of it changes each time you look at it. A good example of this is Jennifer Militello’s poem “Rorschach”.
Official Prompt:
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own sonnet. Incorporate tradition as much or as little as you like – while keeping in general to the theme of “love.”
Lucky Dip:
Sunrise
Saturday 8 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 8
Good afternoon! Time for another round! Going to put the prompt from the site last today because it is LONG!
Lucky Dip:
Frozen
My Prompt:
Today we focus on ekphrasis. I want you to have a look at this photograph from Henri Cartier-Bresson. Then, in around six or seven lines, I want you to write a prose poem about this picture. What you can see and what you can’t. Try to avoid the abstract and focus on what is in frame.
Official Prompt:
This is another oldie-but-goodie. I remember being assigned to use it in a college poetry class, and loving the result. It really pushes you to use specific details, and to work on “conducting” the poem as it grows, instead of trying to force the poem to be one thing or another in particular. The prompt is called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. And here are the twenty little projects themselves — the challenge is to use them all in one poem:
1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
Friday 7 April 2023
Day 7 - Confessions
Inspired by 'Eat Your Young' by Hozier
I confess I want to drink wine from your collar bone; taste the ripe, plush cabernet of your lips as my name echoes from your throat like a hymn - make the intimacy sound like scripture in this moment. I confess the tangle of fingers through hair, I confess the frisson and solution - the burning of friction. The way in which we collide; warring with the red brick and tarmac, bruising the cities of our bodies coming undone as we lose ourselves to the rhythm of our breaths - growing ragged, rabid, raging and ready to break.
Napwrimo Day 7
We are one week in! Hope everyone has been enjoying the prompts that have come up so far. Time to get into the ones for today.
My prompt:
Time for a typical word list prompt. You can write in any form but include the following words: scripture, brick, ripe, solution, drink.
Official Prompt:
Last, but not least, here’s our daily prompt (optional, as always). Start by reading James Tate’s poem “The List of Famous Hats.” Now, write a poem that plays with the idea of a list. Tate’s poem is a list that isn’t – he never gets beyond the first entry. You could try to write a such a non-list, but a couple of other ideas would be to create a list of ingredients, or a list of entries in an index. A self-portrait (or a portrait of someone close to you) in the form of a such a list could be very funny. Another way into this prompt might be a list of instructions.
Lucky Dip:
Howl
Thursday 6 April 2023
Day 6 - Poetry International
So its a little late but I struggled to find a poem I want to use, finally settling on a German poem. Hope you enjoy:
Nothing Sung And Nothing Spoken
“Keine Messe wird man singen, Keinen Kadosch wird man sagen, Nichts gesagt und nichts gesungen Wird an meinen Sterbetagen.” Gedächtnisfeier by Heinrich Heine
Gathered masses holding candles but not their tongues - chorus of taunts sung all in one language. And the laments are left unsaid. Words smeared into the grave dirt around the headstones. Watch them fold a flag for him to place beside his portrait. Watch them walk away and leave nothing behind except these hands, once held in his warmth; leaving only the chorus and a grief in its echo.
Wednesday 5 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 6
Today's "official" prompt:
Take a look around Poetry International for a poem in a language you don’t know. Such as this one in Finnish by Olli Heikkonen. Now, read the poem to yourself, thinking about the sound and shape of the words, and the degree to which they remind you of words in your own language. Use those correspondences as the basis for a new poem.
My prompt:
I promise I am trying not to put such a heavy focus on forms but I really wanted to put this one in as I found it a little intriguing. So this form does and doesn't rhyme. It comprises three stanzas, all with a rhyming scheme of a-b-c-d-e. So each individual stanza doesn't rhyme but they rhyme with each other, which is quite neat!
Lucky Dip prompt:
Juniper
Day 5 - What Time Is It?
What time is it?
Forgotten plates line flat surfaces like jack-o-lanterns.
What time is it?
Orange Is The New Black on repeat but unheard.
What time is it?
One week. Paid leave. Mental breakdown.
What time is it?
Inventory: double bed, haunted by his smell.
What time is it?
A list of songs I cannot listen to.
What time is it?
All there is the echo of an unsaid goodbye.
What time is it?
An apartment become purgatory in his absence.
Tuesday 4 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 5
Day 4 - Shakespeare
Monday 3 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 4
Day 3 - Tercets
And here we loved like winter in the woods; a careful path trodden between bare branches and glistening, bone-white snowdrifts.
And here we loved like a hibernation; locked into our little paradise of each other’s arms, the warmth of his skin beneath these lips.Napowrimo Day 3
We're onto day 3!
From the official site:
Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.” Your first draft of this kind of “opposite” poem will likely need a little polishing, but this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work. (It’s sort of like taking a radio apart and putting it back together, but for poetry).
My prompt:
In my typical vein of the Rule Of Three, today is going to be a triple header! Tercets are short three line forms, such as the Haiku, and I would like you to use them as your verse/stanzas for today's piece!
Lucky Dip: Bullet
Sunday 2 April 2023
Day 2 - Church of Dementia
Napowrimo Day 2
Time for the list of today's prompts!
This one is a classic at this point as I always try to include this prompt in monthly challenges. Devised by Carrie Etter, I want you to read Charles Simic's "The Church Of Insomnia". Once you have gone through it, I would like you to write your own church in the same style.
Lucky Dip prompt - Mother
And from the official site:
The Romanian-born poet Paul Celan once wrote a series of surrealist questions and answers. Here are a couple of examples:
What is forgetting?
An unripe apple stabbed by a spear.
What is a tear?
A scale awaiting a weight.
Today’s prompt asks you to begin by picking 5-10 words from the following list. Next, write out a question for each word that you’ve selected (e.g., what is seaweed?)
owl, generator, fog, river, clove, miracle, cyclops, oyster, mercurial, seaweed, gutter, artillery, salt, elusive, thunder, ghost, acorn, cheese, longing, cowbird, truffle, quahog, song
Now for each question, write a one-line answer. Try to make the answer an image, and don’t worry about strict logic. These are surrealist answers, after all!
After you’ve written out your series of questions and answers, place all the answers, without the questions, on a new page. See if you can make a poem of just the answers. You may find that what you have is very beautifully mysterious, and somehow has its own logic.
Saturday 1 April 2023
Napowrimo Day 1
Hello and welcome.
I posted my own prompt very early in the day last night so I figured I would wait to see what the official site came up with and I am utterly enamoured with the idea so I went with it:
"They say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but they never said you can’t try to write a poem based on a book cover — and that’s your challenge for today! Take a look through Public Domain Review’s article on “The Art of Book Covers.” Some of the featured covers are beautiful. Some are distressing. Some are just plain weird (I’m looking at you, “Mr Sweet Potatoes”). With any luck, one or more of these will catch your fancy, and open your mind to some poetic insights."
For this, I am going to using what I consider to be the most important book of the year; Boy Like Me by Simon James Green.
Boy Like Me
He knows the perfume of my fear
like he knows the coarseness of his
fingertips against the skin of my arms.
He knows the thread of an arm around
my chest - a safety for us both in the darkness
of bedrooms while nothing else moves.
He knows the zirconia glint from my
earlobe is the sun and he makes himself
Icarus for me - born to fall.
He knows that boys like us aren't born to
last but, here in his arms with his lips
against my neck...
Doesn't everything feel so possible for us?
Day 30 - Ending
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