Poems for years 4, 5, 6 and 7 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the years following, from August 2024 to August 2025, 2025 to 2026 (provided I live that long, of course). |
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Colours You tell me that it’s mazarine to which I say, “What do ya mean?” and, if it seems the answer’s blue, I’ll wonder why I askèd you. And now you tell me quercitron, I really think my hearing’s gone - but you insist it’s sorta yellow; much more of this and I shall bellow. Then follow this with annatto to make my understanding go, and when you tell me it means red, you surely know you should have said. Tyrian purple, dragon’s blood, ponceau, puce, gamboge mud, all colours that I’ll never know, their names they do confuse me so. Line count: 16 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 47 Prompt: Write a color poem. |
| Why Not To leave these wearied cares and lay aside this form sweet relief caress my face without theatric bow the final scene unfolded now and down the lights so low waiting for the lights to go up Now there for once in the midnight fretful bed came chance to hold desire the moment rich with decision and fortune favoured will to be within that silent crowd with soul released rejoicing happy even waiting for the lights to go up Came grudging thought to weave upon the wish mere reason to go on the groping hand released from death still searching for the gun. waiting for the lights to go up. Line count: 23 Form: The Bop For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 46 Prompt: Write a bop, any subject. This is actually an amalgam of two poems (entitled Why and Why Not) I wrote in about 1970, together with extra lines written today to meet the demands of the form. I don’t remember all the lines but needed to write them down so that they were recorded (in the hope of eventually recalling the others) and the prompt was a good way of killing two birds with one stone. |