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#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 21: ‘My Stolen Spring’

My Stolen Spring
 
My eyes are not designed for Summer days,
especially those come two months too soon
for ’tis unfair that April sun should blaze
with glare you’d think polite to save till June.
I’d be indignant made at how this heat
impetuously now infects my skin
if I weren’t left too drowsy in my seat
by weariness the warmth is wont to spin.
Soft-breaking light and breeze are Spring’s domain,
a season meek, defined by gentle glow Continue reading “#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 21: ‘My Stolen Spring’”

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#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 20: ‘Chaotic Gays: A Poem for a Group Chat in Five Parts’

Chaotic Gays: A Poem for Group Chat in Five Parts
 
I’m in a chat with 5 friends,
where none of us are straight,
and each 1 of them is so
uniquely them in their
own way:
 
L.
in royal purple elegance,
she enters rooms and blesses them;
with glittering, no-nonsense charm Continue reading “#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 20: ‘Chaotic Gays: A Poem for a Group Chat in Five Parts’”

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#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 19: ‘Bank Holiday Friday ’

This one they call a ‘triolet:

Bank Holiday Friday
 
There are too many people out today
because the weather’s far too nice.
Now don’t tell me I’m a grump to say
there’s too many people out today;
sunny bank holidays are a curse that way,
leaving coastal towns packed tight as packet rice.
There are too many people out today
because the weather’s far too nice.

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#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 14: ‘Yet Another Cuppa’

Yet Another Cuppa
 
I am warmed, all of a sudden full of
heat and an every-corner-reaching
comfort. For a minute or so I am
evaporated from the day’s concerns
as relaxation trickles into me
and takes me somewhere nicer than the world
I’ve been sitting in as sedentary
sentinel to my own wasting of a
daylight I can’t seem to make the most of.
 
Worries make a chill wind in your gut and
your stomach, but a simple sipping can Continue reading “#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 14: ‘Yet Another Cuppa’”

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#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 13: ‘Bestie Days’

For Georgia

Bestie Days
 
How both of us miss those meandering
days where nothing much mattered. When we were
both about twenty, in our first year
of uni (cus we’d both gone a year
late). When we lived in the same halls, across
the courtyard from each other, and had all
the same seminars so would walk to them
most mornings (if I hadn’t risen just
a bit late for your liking) together,
talking, teasing, and complaining about
all sorts of shit that sounds ridiculous Continue reading “#NaPoWriMo2019 – Day 13: ‘Bestie Days’”