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Poems for years 4 and 5 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course). |
Ode to February Self effacing, oh Feb, you stand, smallest of the great monthly band, content with the standard weeks four and rarely demand a day more. Though firmly in winter’s cold camp, there’s hope in your briefest of stamps, you might threaten a terrible freeze, but with coming of spring you still tease. Cold and grey as you so often are, there’s good reason to make you a star, while others take forever to run, one blink and February’s done! Line count: 12 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 29 2025 Prompt: Use this title for your poem - Ode to February. |
Poetry 4 Poetry when singing has form bringing a certain even moiety. Perhaps music is gained though truth constrained emotion trained drained. Line count: 8 Form: Quadrette - First four lines word count: 1-2-3-4, first four lines rhyme scheme a-b-b-a, second four lines word count: 4-3-2-1, second four lines rhyme scheme: c-d-d-c For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 28 Prompt: Write a quadrette. |
Love Shall I compare love to a string of plastic hearts, to a symbol that means anything from lust to martyred sacrifice upon a ritual conflagration, a popular song composed in the fetid heat of some darkened and dishevelled nightclub, a bright young thing gamboling in spring through fields of green and sunlit daisies, a cherished secret hidden beneath the covers of a bedsit flat high up in the towers of the city, a drunken wedding feast lit with flashbulbs and the shrieks of champagne sozzled mirth, a superhero swooping to save from dragons the striking siren of seventeen summers, and daytime dream of dubious darling daughters? No, I’ll turn to your familiar face and knowing look, then smile in our completeness. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 27 2025 Prompt: Illustration of hearts hanging from the letters of the word love. |
Nightshift I have seen the nightshift those pale creatures hurrying home before the sun seeking the dark to earn their crust and passing the daylight hours in thickly curtained rooms dozing from fitful dream to dream propping up civilisation with quiet unseen labour leaving the day to louder men who dream of other worlds. I have been the nightshift and hated it missing the sunshine and the prattling crowds somehow surviving the regulation two weeks to return exhausted to the day and meaningless toil. Yes I know the nightshift and give them due honour for they hand on the baton without complaint. Line count: 23 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 26 2025 Prompt: Poet’s choice. |