Na/GloPoWriMo Day 13:Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky

---

Of all the nightmares

that have ever been dreamt

of all of the ghosts and ghouls and monsters

and that thing my Grandmother

has hidden in her attic

 

Of all  the phantoms wandering down foggy roads

of all of the neglected corpses crying from their unmarked graves

of all of the basements hiding secrets that won’t stay dead

I dare any of them to spend five minutes

inside of my head.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 12: Write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?

In my house I keep a pile of bones

on a shelf near the window

where they can feel the Sun

and feel the wind and the rain.

 

I won’t discard them or cast them away

my bones that I keep near my window

I won’t bury them or crush them

or make them look pretty

I won’t pretend they’re something they’re not.

I will let them rest where they are, just as they

near my window

where they can feel the Sun  when it shines

and they can feel the wind and the rain.

 

Why not bury them, put them where they belong

I’ve been asked from time to time

I guess it’s because

I’m like that pile of bones

resting near my window

and I know what it’s like

to be discarded, to be forgotten

to be denied the Sun and the wind and the rain.

 

Today’s  challenge  from Na/GloPoWriMo  Day 10  is to write a poem that starts from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon

 

Old ladies with sticks

chased me from my car, over the railroad tracks

to the safety of the curb

where I was protected by trees until I found

my weapon

buried at the bottom of my backpack

something I could use

to do battle

with those vicious old ladies with sticks!

 

I stepped bravely out to the curb

weapon in hand

I lifted it to the sky

I clutched it in my fist and screamed

to those vicious, merciless old ladies with sticks

” Screw you rain! If you were snow, everyone would love you! Hear me! Be gone vicious hags!”

and I unfurled my umbrella and went to war

bravely with honor against

those vicious, evil, Old Ladies With Sticks.

 

Inspired by a Welsh  saying:  “Mae hi’n bwrw hen wragedd a ffyn” which literally means “It’s raining old ladies and sticks”. David Goadby, Pwllheli, north Wales