6 pm pyjamas

 I think this month long exercise has shown me that poetry needs work and if you find just one word in a piece that you are happy with and know will be staying, then you have had a good writing session.  It has also shown me, pretty much what I already knew, that anything worth doing is worth taking time over and that I am not a natural poet.  It has been fun however and another month long writing excursion begins tomorrow! The moon has fallen into the sea, But the stars are lonely, wishing it back, I watch them shifting, calling to me, My arms are reaching far out to the track where the moon should carefully slide. The journey is fairytale, the ending not clear, I want the moon back on its celestial glide, Whatever I try I will never get near.

So this is the  first chapter of a short story or maybe something longer that I started a while back and I'm considering dusting off and working on a little.  I have a great fear of showing people my writing so I figure putting on here is a good way to get over that.  I really like these characters but it is hard to make them empathetic when you are in both heads - I like the how the perspective changes and who hasn't been in a situation where they have read it completely wrong? Hit and Miss My drink was out of my hand and over his top before I hit the pavement.   The protective properties of the polystyrene lid did not meet expectations, which made me question; how does stuff like that get through quality control?   I dared a glance up.   It was a very dark liquid and an impressively white t-shirt.   Tight white t-shirt.   I was mid apology when a stabbing pain ripped through my chest causing my, “God, I’m so so...

I am hugely impressed with Maria's, see http://mgoodson.blogspot.com/ amazing explorations into poetic form and have to admit that I have failed dismally in that respect during the month of NaPoWriMo this April.  I have enjoyed writing short pieces and it amuses me that most of them are maudlin in nature - it must be lurking under the surface of my psyche!! What is your name? she demands imperiously Tone indicating she expects to be taken seriously Come here she commands as she drops back on the bed He shuffles towards her with fear and dread There's no need to worry I know what I'm doing She nods behind her to where they are queuing This is a mistake he begins with a quake She laughs and looses her hair with a shake Don't be a fool this is part of the test You have to complete it to be one of the best The king would not stand for anything less When you have finished you can go back to your chess You don't understand I'm simply not ready I'v...

Sitting in the dark Is a way to get things done It crystallises thoughts It hides fears And allows sadness to sing

My foray into blank verse... Iced blossom falling gently from the tree Sticks inelegantly to rain slicked streets Airborne pink and white confetti swirling Heralds May Day approaching in Oxford Morris men with bells and ribbons jumping Will emerge with the river mist rising Early start, ball gowned girls with missing shoes Stagger with champagne bottles to balance Against men in muddy tails with murky eyes Heading home to bed. Lectures forgotten.

Tanka Saintly George looked brave While the dragon considered And the maiden sighed Tired of waiting she ran, fast Leaving the pair to dream on

So my baby is seven years old today.  Even though everybody said time would fly, I didn't believe them and certainly for the first year, they were wrong.  Time dragged, it was often boring and I wanted him to be interesting and do stuff!  Now though, he is too old, I want time to slow down and if I could have that first year back again, even if I would be bored again, I really think I would grab at the chance.  It isn't very PC to say that motherhood is boring, especially not the beginning bit where it is all new and supposed to be wonderful, but like anything, change is often difficult to work around and accepting that takes time in itself.  Life sometimes is dull, not full of endless excitement and unbounded joy.  I think this is why finding wonder in the small things can keep you going during the worst of times.  Small things When I look back through your memory journal, Do you know what I see? Moments that were not extraordinary but just speci...