NaPoWriMo Prompt 26

Ariel (Sylvia Plath - Erased Jenny Luddington)

Stasis  
        the substanceless blue
Pour


How     we grow,
        heels and knees!

                             sister

               I cannot catch,


Berries      dark


Black sweet      mouthfuls,

Something else

                             air ---
Thighs, hair;
                            heels.

White



Foam          a glitter of seas.
The child's cry


And I
Am

The dew
              at one with the

Eye,              of morning



  







Ariel (Sylvia Plath)

Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.

God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! ---The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,

Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks ---

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else

Hauls me through air ---
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.

White
Godiva, I unpeel ---
Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry

Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.

NaPoWriMo Prompt 16

DEK ME TOE (Original)

Zeg me dat het tijd is, zeg me dat ik moe
ben, geef niet toe aan verzet,
geef me een washand, de beer die ik ken,
wijs me een bed, dek me toe,

ruik naar zeep, vertel mij hoe
prinsessen slapen als bij wonder
en verdwijn maar, ga niet te
ver, stop mij onder, dek me toe,

laat mij alleen, strooi in mijn ogen
geen zand, breng geen lied ten
gehore, verzoen mij niet met de nacht,
doe wat ik doe, dek me toe.
© 1996, Paul Bogaert

Dek Me Toe (Tuck me in Jiggly Fruit Translation)

Bedtime is here, bedtime is now
Bed! Good night, time to rest
Get washed and bear at hand
Wish me sleep, tuck me in.

Resisting sleep, veraciously pout
Princesses sleep not, but wander
On ventures, far at night too
Fair! some might wonder, tuck me in?’

Let me allay, stroll in mind again
Get sleep, brought gently, lay down
Before, horizon my night meets the dawn
Don’t waste it doe, tuck me in

J

And as you have been so very good in reading my mangle the English translation of the very sweet poem

TUCK ME IN

Tell me that it’s time, tell me that
I’m tired, leave all protests unheard,
give me a flannel, the bear I know’s mine,
show me my bed, tuck me in,

smell of soap, tell me how
princesses always sleep soundly
and just vanish, don’t go too
far, cover me up, tuck me in,

leave me alone, don’t throw sand in
my eyes, don’t put on any
song, don’t reconcile me to the night,
do what I do, tuck me in.

© 1996, Paul Bogaert
From: WELCOME HYGIENE
Publisher: Meulenhoff / Manteau, Amsterdam, 1996
ISBN: 90 223 1417 0
© Translation: 2006, John Irons

NaPoWriMo Prompt 15

'Grown woman pouts because she wants her individually wrapped cinnamon-ny buiscuit'

Coffee house eject us, whole town has lost power.
Now forced to wander aimlessly, in disbelief.
Odysseus' crew munched on the lotus flower.
They wept bitterly when forced to leave.

NaPoWriMo Prompt 14

Pygmalion

I was your pristine ivory.
You gave me shape,
Patiently
Day after day
You chipped away.
Moulded me
Til I became
Your vision
Of ideal womanhood

Frozen, but faithful.
Swathed in velvet,
Bedecked with jewels.
Day after day,
Your fixed gaze
Bored into me.
Retina’s burning
As you yearn
For responsive flesh.

You dragged me
To the temple
Continued
Day after day
With reverent prayers,
To Aphrodite
Who granted your wish
Gave me life
But no emotion

In your workshop,
We make love
Leisurely.
Day after day,
You sate your lust,
Happy with your
Perfected work.
Soft, living tissue
But my heart

Aloof,
Inside I remain
Cold as ivory.

NaPoWriMo Prompt 13

Bimble

Sun glints, casting a glamour
Over a grimy old seaside town
I bimble, for I have time to spare.
Time to mentally prepare.
When does walking become a processional?
Is it when you have an act of worship in mind?
Like picnics in the park with Pan.
Or is it that ...
"All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals"
That ambling from the bus stop to the youth centre,
Seems like an act of devotion.

NaPoWriMo Prompt 12

Hidden

NaPoWriMo Prompt 11

On removing one's bra

Night's darkest mantel
two bald convicts cautiously
Plot their escape, free!

Eight hours unfettered, too
soon recaptured, black lace clink

NaPoWriMo Prompt 10

Ooh la la not for your eyes again sorry bloggers!

NaPoWriMo Prompt 9

Screw You Poppet

Freezing my arse off
Planting violets in a grave yard,
To inconspicuously gather
Goofer dirt,

It was simpler,
Choosing the fabric, black silk
Symbolic of you’re annoying slickness,
Matching the colour of you heart.

Now I sit, needle and thread.
Unleashing my domestic goddess
Stitch…stitch…stitch,
I damn as I darn.

I stuff you soundly.
With dirt, your scribbled signature,
A photo, complete with
Ingratiating smile.

I name you.
I feed you.
I bind you.

With ruby ribbons,
Your hateful mouth,
Your woeful groin,
Your interfering hands.

A last kiss
Before I bury you deep
In the frozen earth.
A final thought

Screw you poppet.

NaPoWriMo Prompt 8

Arrested on suspicion of being drunk in charge of an ottava rima

I'm attempting an ottava rima
Having imbibed two Tia Maria's
Drunk in charge of a poem a crime-a?
Only rhyme I can find now is gonorrhoea
Feeling a light weight and passed my primer
This isn't my best offering to date I fear
Well maybe I shall give up gallantly
Just get stuck into the bar's karaoke

NaPoWriMo Pompt 7

20 years of dates later

You're still my knight
We've let out the thongs in your armour
I'm still your lady
Though my wimple is crushed
I have a tendency to roll on the floor
Your chivalry hasn't waned you still pick me up, dust me off
You listen to me explain the post ictal is not the same as being a pterodactyl
In 20 years we've raised a page
Upgraded the steed
Built a castle
On a Sunday afternoon I still sit with my head in your lap reading
You still watch 22 men kick about an inflated sheep's bladder
I decline a bowl of my own cookie dough ice cream
Then I eat half of yours
If this isn't bliss, I don't know what is?

NaPoWriMo Prompt 6

Post hidden nothing to see here move along please

NaPoWriMo Prompt 5

Tonight
My brain is beat
Neurones crawl slothful
I can't count the stresses in a
Poem

NaPoWriMo Prompt 4

Unfortunate Conflict of Interest

It's lamentable,
This voracious compulsion
You have
To collect
Machiavellian individuals
Cunningly disguised as
Waifs and strays
With the same
Eagerness
We collected garbage pail kid stickers as kids

Gods' know we do compassion
We're sea side rock me and you
Slice us in half we'd read succour
Or sucker

I KNOW you want the best for him,
I KNOW he wants the best for him
But that's where the unfortunate conflict of interest lies
That it's only me who sees he is sucking you dry

NaPoWriMo Prompt 3

Sea Shanty

What shall we rename c@fe it
What shall we rename c@fe it
What shall we rename c@fe it
Cos it needs re-branding

Can't call it Mordor, due to infringement
Can't call it Mordor, due to infringement
Can't call it Mordor, due to infringement
And we can't take Jenny to Isengard

NaPoWriMo Prompt 2

Lie to me

The office is
A palace of lies...
Did you not get my email?

It must have got lost
In the ether
As if the 'net'
Has a ravenous beast
Fishing the web
For digital correspondence

Nom Nom Nom

Much more convincing
An explanation
Then I just couldn't be
Arsed

NaPoWriMo Prompt 1