Image: Some mind chatter scribbles from my journal 01042016
April is ‘Poetry Month’ in American and Canada and quite a few people jump on the bandwagon here in Oz too. So I figured why not?
Returning to some work, creating some new things. Will share a poem a day here during April. This one started life in April 2013, I’ve used some of the ideas but given it a new skeleton and rewritten almost entirely this evening while sitting on the couch watching ‘Brother Bear’ with my smallest human.
A question mark in the shape of a stain
Shouldn’t be a question. Couldn’t be an answer.
A statement pile. To shift through. Lift through.
You are set adrift,
Empty ache. Hungry sorrow. Eyelid twitch
of a sleeping dog.
Who are we kidding?
He is red and smells like wet soap and socks
I forgot what you asked,
I was trying to answer.
Sheets of gyprock. Unfilled walls. Unspilled halls.
His silence –
Soaks into the carpet.
With my sinking knees.
Chandeliers on the end of my ears.
His pipe on the end of my nose.
Where does lost love go?
I am left.
I’m starting off 2015 with lots of small, achievable and fun creative outlets for me – one of which is participating in Month Of Poetry this January.
“Otherwise know as #MoP, Month of Poetry is a personal challenge to write one poem ever day for the month of January. Co-ordinated by Australian poet and children’s author, Kathryn Apel, #MoP is for enjoyment and inspiration – for everyone. It’s not a competition, and you won’t be judged. There is no disgrace in writing less than thirty poems, so make the challenge work for you – and celebrate every poem you write!”*
As part of Month Of Poetry, Kathryn also offers a prompt challenge each Saturday. Today’s challenge was to write a colour poem (a poem inspired by a colour).
So this is my little effort:
Painted walls slip as music spread between clean sheets and tasting plates. I am echoed. I am filled. I am joy. Grown into tall leaves and large faces. My daughter’s laughter in honey jars. Flakes of salmon painted in coriander and love. I am yellow. I am home. I am filled.
*from the Month of Poetry ‘About’ section, head here to find out more.