NaPoWriMo Day 30: Alex Blustin – Ignore The Prompt

Gallopavo D’Eville [credit: C Blustin]

It’s the last day of NaPoWriMo. Congratulations on staying the course and hopefully written some great poems on the way. You might be sick of writing from prompts by now but there’s still one day to go. So today, write to the prompt – then ignore it! Alex Blustin explains in the post and podcast below.

Ignore the prompt

This is an exercise in detaching yourself from creativity-limiting prior plans. It is based upon suggestions in Patrick’s handy book Poetry Non-Stop.

1) Choose a picture, any picture; preferably at random.

2) Set a timer for 10 minutes.

3) Write continuously for the 10 minutes, describing every last aspect of that picture, and everything it brings into your mind.

4) After the time is up, choose a phrase or an idea from what you have written down, and use it as the basis for today’s poem which will have nothing to do with the original picture.

For the following poem, I started with an image of Gail Brodholt’s linocut “The Price of Progress” (2016; link: https://www.eamesfineart.com/artworks/categories/12/10114-gail-brodholt-the-price-of-progress-2016/). It contained some small dark blobs on the sky which implied birds. 

From this, I latched onto the phrase “Birds are implied”… by a design which might appear on a packet of fashionable organic muesli in a shop window. The finished comic villanelle turns on the contrast between actual birds and the sentimental concepts of nature appropriated by marketing agencies.

This poem appears in Issue 60 (Dec 2022) of the light verse webzine Lighten Up Online [link here: https://www.lightenup-online.co.uk/index.php/issue-60-december-2022/2418-alexander-blustin-pecking-hell]. 

Pecking Hell

Seen it in the window? Birds are implied;
He recognised that muesli, being well bred.
Nothing in his breakfast could have been fried;

Needing to mollify a righteous bride,
He never demurred at what he was fed.
Seen it in the window? Birds are implied;

Beak-filling goodies, crunchy and dried,
Fibrous; organic. Serious cred.
Nothing in that breakfast could have been fried;

How bad could it be? It had to be tried.
Luxurious packaging awakened his dread;
Seen it in the window? Birds are implied…

He looked in the box. His eyes grew wide;
Could his companion have wanted him dead?
Nothing in that breakfast could have been fried.

Something had already dined inside,
Paid for it in droppings and swiftly fled.
Seen them in the window? Birds were implied.
Nothing in that breakfast could have been fried.

Brief biog:

Alexander Blustin’s light verse has previously appeared in Lighten Up Online, Light Quarterly, The Bell and in audio form on the Poetry Non-Stop blog. His heavier verse has appeared in Popshot and elsewhere. From October 2012 to July 2014 he ran a weekly poetry stall on Cambridge Market (UK), with a particular focus on work from local Modernist and experimental publishers.

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 29: Rychard Carrington – Tribute

We welcome back Rychard Carrington singing the praises of food and he invites you to praise whatever you want for today’s Napowrimo poem.

The music of life

The music of life

How much mashed potato will I eat before I die?
Have I yet to consume a thousand pies?
What quantity of raspberry ripple ice cream?
How many pears, how many peas?

If food be the music of life,
Let’s listen to the music of food.

Baked beans with pepper on the beans,
Kitkats, bananas and buns,
Toad in the hole and spotted dick,
Pizzas and king prawn pathia.

The Lord gave us music, food and love,
And the greatest of these is food.

Branston pickle, apple crumble,
Salad in glass salad bowls,
Mars bars and tomato soup,
Yoghurt and profiteroles

Yes, love of food is music.
Eat on.

Some of us alas have eaten our last cheese pancake,
Will bite into roast parsnips no more.

Love, music and food,
Each pretty good,
But the greatest of these is food.

Yet oh, human race, the amount of muesli we will eat collectively
Will not be infinite,
How long before the ice caps melt
And we all drown,
Alongside our hash brownies and fried bread?

Will Daddy’s Sauce and tartare stand forlorn,
With no beings left to apply them to scampi?

So come on everybody,
Join Extinction Rebellion,
Exercise between meals,
And don’t eat absent-mindedly.

Rychard Carrington

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 28: Scott Gooch – Poetry for the year 3023

Scott Gooch returns with a prompt from the future – 1,000 years to be precise. So crank up your time machines and get ready for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt.

I is

A reflection within a void of empty space
I stare… I stare into its face, its shell, its… Shell…
I know underneath It contains what is left but…
To me… It is a drone, and a drone is a drone
Alone within its shiny shell
Yet…
I know that within that void it stares back
I stare… It stares… back, through its empty face
It knows that underneath I contain what is left but
To it… I is… I is… A drone… Is a drone
Alone within its shiny shell… I’m
A reflection

Prompt: This poem is part of a small series of futurism poems I perform exploring the relationship between humans and machines. In this poetry collection the concept between human and machine is fluid where the lines between consciousness are blurred even more than the real world. Inspired by my look into the future I would like to challenge you to write a poem which could have been written and/or performed in the year 3023. Think what might have changed in 1000 years or what might not have changed, would the poet be reflecting on the past or to the future?

Scott Gooch is a Norfolk poet and improv performer who has had his poetry broadcast on local radio and regularly performs at local poetry nights. He looks forward to developing his futuristic and fantasy poetry in future planned and unplanned projects.

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 27: Java – Tiny creatures

Think small for today’s poem with Java making a welcome return to the NaPoWriMo podcast.

From mice to amoebas the lives of the smaller creatures we share our world with offer different perspectives with a wealth of poetic possibilities. Here’s Java’s poem.

Bug Business

Corporate takeovers can be unpleasant
Tiny warfare
With chemicals and claws present
For all to see
And mandible fangs
In the fight for small supremacy

Flying far above
Bees buzz
Optimised for aerial combat
Formations, teamwork
A well knit unit
Pollination
In formation
Gathering nectar
Refined by chemists formulation
Expected by humans
Inspecting their sweet sensation

And far underfoot
And above in rafters
Spiders lurk in shadow
Fastidious weavers
Heaven help those unbelievers
Who wander blindly in their domain
No pain
Is felt upon their bite
Just a prick
So slight
As skillful as a doctor
Then goodnight

It’s business as usual
Visited upon
By bugs who crawl
We tut and squish
But when we curl our toes and die
Spare a thought for the fly
An undertaker
Just trying to get by
Creeping along our tightening skin
To lay their progeny within

Java

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 26: Michelle Diaz – Superstition

We welcome back Michelle Diaz with a poem that looks at superstition for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt.

Superstitions and magical thinking

Do you have any beliefs that stop you doing certain things? Do you believe in good/bad luck?Perhaps you have childhood memories of things you were told not to do because of superstitious beliefs e.g putting up an umbrella in the house, walking under a ladder, breaking a mirror etc. Explore these strange ideas. Perhaps you could become a broken mirror and write from its viewpoint, perhaps something bad did happen because you believed it would. 
What is the strangest superstition you have ever heard of? Perhaps you could make up a new modern set of superstitions and turn their oddities into a poem.

Mummy and the Night Sky

Those aren’t stars love,
they are constellations of diseases

look, there’s polio
caused by unwashed strawberries

and over there
the one that looks like a bear
that’s diabetes

the big one is cancer –
you’ll be more prone

if you bring daisies into the house
or wear a balaclava on Tuesday.

Michelle Diaz

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 25: Simone Chalkley – Bring me back to life

Employ some onomatopoeia to give your poem rhythm and life in this second NaPoWriMo prompt from Simone Chalkley.

Bring me back to life

Using onomatopoeia can give poetry rhythm and life. Onomatopoeia is when the combined sounds of the letters in a word mimic the sound of a thing or action, such as cuckoo or hiccup.
My poem uses noises I heard in nature mostly made by birds, water, and trees, but also sounds of machines, modes of transport, and nonsense words made by humans. Anything I could see when I was out on my walk.
I’d like to invite you to go outside your door, onto a balcony, into a garden, or out into the world further afield and spend time listening to the noises around you. It can be in a quiet place (which you’ll soon find isn’t as quiet as you might expect when you might hear the distant hum of traffic) or choose a busy, bustling street with cars beep beeping. Any place is fine. 
If you can’t get outside, open a window, or use the TV or the internet to find interesting noises to listen to. Using a pen and paper or a phone to type or even to record what you hear to come back to later, note down all the sounds that you hear and, if you can see what they are, what made them, or take a guess if they are beyond your line of vision. 
You can make up a very simple rhythmic poem just by repeating in pairs some of the onomatopoeic words, such as ploop ploop or pairing up ones that rhyme, such as slam, bam. You can also extend the lines by writing what things made each of the noises. Read what you have written out loud. It is important to do this because you will soon find that there is a certain rhythm and/or rhyme to these longer sentences. You can then rearrange these sentences as you see fit and then you will have the beginnings of a poem. Be patient. It took me a long time, lots of editing, and lots of rearranging of lines until I felt like my poem was the most rhythmic that it could be!

Walking out by the Cam

Walking out by the Cam, trudge trudge, feet on gravel
Crunch crunch, rhythmic beats, there’s a stick, crunch crack.
A pigeon’s wings flap flap, as it lands on a cow’s trough, close to the play park.
Preens its back.

A man on his barge, bzzz bzzz, drills holes in solar panels 
Vrrm vrrm a petrol mower revs down a side street,
the hum dissipates on the wind, becomes distant 
I clomp clomp carry on with my stomp stomp feet.

A bike rattle blatter, quickly chased by another,
whizz whirr its chain, teeth done up fast like a zip, 
brakes screech screech vie for first place on the bridge.
Ding ding! We’re coming! Get out the way, quick!

The heron sits patient, mouth agape, total silence
A radio Bob Marley hopes that he “likes jammin’ too” 
The fishermen share cider slurp sip and fun times 
They throw a fish to heron like he’s one of the crew.

Rowers’ oars clatter clatter, speckled mallards flutter flutter  
rowers coming through no matter, ducks alert quack quack 
A splash and a flurry, a swoosh and a scurry,
Webbed feet pitter-patter to avoid a whack splat.

Car doors slam slam, men sit either end of benches
ignoring each other in the blazing Spring sun, 
They blah blah on their mobiles to significant others, 
stare at sparkling wavelets as the river run runs.

Walking back along the Cam, boat flags swish swish
A wren flitter flutters in a round privet bush,
a kiddy’s silver scooter leans unlocked against it, 
Will it be there later? Only at a push.

Ducks on the far bank curled up neatly, 
Fast asleep already by half past three, 
An old man doffs his cap in an old-fashioned manner,
 “They’ve got the right idea, in times like these!”

Gentle Cam lap lapping, weeping Willow leaves shush shushing,
Ripples glimmering and flashing as the sun hits each crest.
A low gloop gloop, against the bank, Ploop ploop 
Oh rippling river, it’s why I love you best.

Simone Chalkley

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 24 : Will Ingrams – Aroma

Use your nose to sniff out a poem today, as we welcome back Will Ingram’s for today’s NaPoWriMo podcast.

Today’s prompt is about smells, but hopefully in a nice way. I find that sometimes a
waft of a certain scent or aroma can be very evocative. It might be the scent of lilac or
of coffee roasting, or maybe the spicy coconut smell of gorse flowers, but it can put
you in mind of some forgotten experience, or take you off to some other place and
time.
I’d like you to think about such scents and aromas, and choose one or more to start
you off on a poem. No form or subject limitations, just follow the scent, like the Bisto
Kids, if you can remember them.
Here is one I wrote recently:

Vaporized

Electric car, no tank to fill, but
dodging pumps for Sunday papers,
drifting skeins of petrol whiff,
that swirly scimitar-sharp tang,
and wallop…

I’m twisting the cap from a Hillman Minx,
sun-flash off chrome on Nicklen’s forecourt,
all swallowed up in a stiff white coat on a
Sunday afternoon.

Ten shilling note and some silver in hand,
ringing up change in a windowed booth
between the pumps, National Benzole at
five and nine.

Oil and water? That’s all right, sir, bonnet
up and rag in hand, a pint of Castrol, keep
the change. Then Mrs N with tea and cake
on a flowery tray.

Malcolm cleans his Humber Sceptre once
the boss’s wife’s gone in, Pick Of The Pops,
day slowing down. Driver rolls his window as
I’m jingling the tip.

Zephyr Six. So where’s the filler? Try
behind the reg plate, son. The rising haze
of petrol vapour twists my head round.
Jolts me back.

Will Ingrams

Will Ingrams writes poetry, short stories and the occasional novel at a cottage in rural Suffolk. He has been shortlisted in several competitions and has a blog at willingwordwhirl.wordpress.com , where more poems can be found. Will’s flesh and blood avatar has spent time as a postman, a forecourt attendant, a teacher and a computer geek before turning to writing and growing vegetables.

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 23: C. D. Seventeen – Dreams

Don’t lose sleep over NaPoWriMo. Your next poem could be in your dreams, as C.D. 17 explains for today’s prompt.

Write a poem that is inspired by your dreams. What did you see in your dream? Any dialogues? What went through your mind? And most importantly, what message does your dream try to tell you?

ROOTLESS

Mountain, Mountain, 

am I still blessed by you? 

The god of my religion, 
too far away from my vision. 
What type of relation do I have with my possession? It’s the guilt of confession. 
It’s taboo to show your passion. 

I said no 
I said no 
The most useful word in the human world. It’s the red rejection! 

I love you… 
But it’s just the potion. 

Smile, Smile. 
The power of loss is to surrender. 
Let the word write itself. 
It’s the practice of a writer. 
Control the willingness to be controlled. Distinguish the ‘you’ and the YOU. And, 
Freeze… 

C. D. Seventeen

C.D. Seventeen is originally from China. She moved to the UK at the age of 17 on her own to study psychology. 

She was born in a place called ‘the south of clouds’ (Yunnan province of China), an area with drastic diversity of landscape, religion, culture, music and arts. ‘Whoever can speak is a singer, whoever can walk is a dancer’ is a famous saying in the country, which describes the artistic Yunnan people. C.D. Seventeen is not an exception. Apart from writing poems, she is also a techno music artist, DJ, and painter. 

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 22: Peter Wallis – Catechism

Time for a bit of Q&A as Peter Wallis guides us through the process of writing a catechism poem.

Peter writes:

I came across the catechism form in Carrie Etter’s moving collection Imagined Sons.

A catechism is a series of questions and answers used in order to learn. In Carrie’s work the same question is repeated a number of times, each time generating a different but oblique answer.

I use this form in my forthcoming book HALF OTHER, which is in preparation with the Hippocrates Press. 

I write about being a twin and in conversation, the first question I’m usually asked is, Are you identical? I must have been asked this thousands of times. 

The answer is complicated: we were, but our lives have diverged significantly. My poem reads:

ARE YOU IDENTICAL?

Are you identical?
There was said to be a single placenta when we were born
and Nurse Delahunty was an honest woman.

Are you identical?
I have been kissed in the street by an unknown blonde.

Are you identical?
Sometimes like snowflakes, sometimes like rain.

Are you identical?
My sons have no cousins by him.

Are you identical?
Differentiation by outcome.

I suggest four steps to writing a catechism of your own:

Pose a personal question

Generate multiple oblique answers

Select only the most interesting, allowing for a jump in thought

The final answer should land the poem in some way

Good luck and enjoy today’s writing prompt.

Peter Wallis is a Hawthornden Fellow, and Submissions Editor for the U.K. charity “Poems in the Waiting Room”. He has won several prizes and has been shortlisted in the National Poetry Competition. He won publication of a pamphlet, Articles of Twinship, in the Bare Fiction Debut Poetry Collection Competition 2015. Half Other, his first full collection, is forthcoming from the Hippocrates Press.

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angus Brown – Begin with an imperative

Today Angus Brown looks at how poetry can be used to say things that are often difficult to say.

Begin with an imperative

Begin with a direct, imperative instruction to a friend or loved one that has frustrated you recently. Use the course of the poem to justify why this is a reasonable request. 

Angus Brown is a teacher and performance poet living in Norwich. She hosts the poetry night Last Poet Standing and has performed with such prestigious acts as Kitty Fitz and onstage at such prestigious events as Wild Paths festival. She talks, in her poems, about love, grief and gender. She talks too much.  

If you’ve enjoyed this podcast please consider showing your support with a donation via ko-fi.com

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

Books by many of the poets featured on the podcast are available from the Poetry Non-Stop bookshop here. All books purchased via this link help to raise money to keep this podcast going.