The prompt on The Poetry School website today was to write something about technology. Snoopers' Charter I won’t track this third slice of lemon cheesecake in to any of my seven calorie counting apps just in case. I like to give a good impression of myself.
The Poetry School prompt today was to write a poem around the concept of 'what if?'. I was driving back from Cornwall with very little motivation or attention span so didn't get much past my first thought whenever I hear what if. What If. what if I cock it up? what if I have cocked it up? what if I’ve been cocking it up all this time?
From Those Opening Trumpets I will row with you long past last orders loud enough for the rest of the pub to think we’re married and you’ve had an affair when you say you don’t agree that parallels can be drawn between Coronation Street and the works of Shakespeare.
Port Isaac Martin Clunes not in heard he does all his scenes in a week leaves the others to fill in the rest still, we saw the chemist in a neck brace maybe we could leak that on Twitter the big Doc Martin neck brace spoiler sell it to Heat Magazine it might cover the cost of this prawn sandwich.
I’m now on holiday for a week and feeling a lot less motivated to write each day so the quality of the poems (already questionable) will probably get worse. Today’s prompt was to write a letter. A letter of apology to the locals in The Padstow Inn specifically between the months of April and August Having turned our noses up at Rick Stein’s we appear blinking in the doorway with our rucksacks and sunglasses take a window seat for the plug socket. I can see how much you hate u
Yesterday I was at a wedding from 10am until quite late so had no time to write a poem and completely cheated. Today I was pretty hungover and driving from Leicester to Cornwall so did the best I could under the circumstances! The prompt was to write a poem in response to someone else’s poem so I’ve written this pretty dire piece about the amount of poetry kids have to memorise and write about for GCSE English. It’s something I’m very interested in writing about so I’m hoping
An Ode To Him Putting The Bins Out It’s just gone midnight three pints down reeling from our pub quiz loss convinced of foul play from Quiz Akabusi who scored a one point victory in the bonus round with the exact length of Champagne Supernova the kettle’s on the dog’s taken herself off to bed when we remember it’s Wednesday and you have the look of a beaten man accepting his fate and head out amongst the mattresses and burnt out buggies in to the alleyway.
Today's prompt is from The Poetry School website and was to write a poem about rituals or habits. I started writing a rambling poem about my Mum's obsession with saluting magpies and then realised I needed to get over myself because I have just as many neuroses as she does. Why All My Superstitions Are Completely Futile Tapping the top of my can of Coke knowing it could still explode in my face.
The prompt on NaPoWriMo.net this morning was to write a poem about the natural world. I find nature poems really difficult because I just associate them with school and boring English lessons. Since the age of 13 I’ve read some nature poems I really like; I’m more inclined to give Seamus Heaney and Ted Hughes a go than I used to be and Luke Wright has some poems about Englishness and English countryside which I like. But I really struggle to write it. This is pretty clunky bu