NaPoWriMo Day Two: Heather McVey – Astrology

Heather McVey invites you to look to the stars for today’s prompt. Whether you believe in astrology or not it could proved heavenly inspiration.

Heather writes: I’m an astrologer and singer-songwriter from Cambridge UK. Maybe I’m a poet too. Both music and astrology appear to be closely connected through universal languages of rhythms, cycles, geometry and archetypes. And both evoke poetry in me. Astrology has opened up a magical world of symbol and fluidity for me. I find the symbolic sky a treasure trove, an infinite source of storytelling. I began writing ‘astro-poetry’ very recently, and hope that you may like to tap into this profoundly rich source of inspiration also. 

If you’re not an astrologer, or don’t know the symbolic or mythological archetypes assigned to different planets and stars, you might still enjoy gazing at a birthchart, and letting the chart draw your eyes to areas of interest, muse over the symbols, and see what speaks through or to you. Perhaps you know bits and pieces of Greek or Roman mythology that might also inspire. 

You can cast your birthchart on a variety of different online websites such as astro.com or astro-seek.com. Or you can look up a celebrity’s birth chart via a search engine. You can let your eyes and senses wander over the symbols and see what they evoke. 

If this is not a method that works for you could simply look at the sky for direct experience. You can simply allow what comes. Or. You might think about the dance and cycles of the planets and stars, the motion and rotation. There is always a new piece of sky emerging, rising on the eastern horizon, planets rising and setting from our geo-centric perspective. You can think of the lunar cycle, it’s waxing and waning, increase, decrease, the dance of the Sun and Moon, the yin the yang, the mother and father, the conscious and unconscious. The symbolism is endless. Does a star or planet at the highest point in the sky tell a different story to a planet that has just risen, or is just about to set? I see the planets as archetypes, characters, parts of our own psyche, and symbols of the people and events in our lives. 

My poem is about a friend whom I love dearly. It is inspired by them and their birth chart, and is written and published with their knowledge and permission. 

Temples of You

Sky collapsed, inversion 
I straddle you where you rise 
we merge in liminal spaces 
where darkness threatens light 

I reach into your shadows, untethered 
ancestral shorelines rage 
cloaked lantern of nostalgia 
she wanes across the stage 

Maternal waves wash languished dreams 
hanging limp on grandma’s bones 
strewn polaroids, distorted 
by tears you’ve cried alone 

I dive a little deeper 
rest where benthos burrow low 
sublime rays pierce through sediment 
These depths I pray you’ll know 

For this is where you hold her 
most radiant jewel of all 
a Venusian realm of beauty 
beneath your ocean floor.

Heather McVey

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NaPoWriMo Day One: Patrick Widdess – Birds

Welcome to this year’s NaPoWriMo podcast. This is the first of 30 daily podcasts coming throughout April with poems and prompts from me and other poets. I hope you will be inspired to write lots of new poems. So here’s today’s prompt:

Birds

Let your imagination take flight with a poem about or involving birds. It might be one particular bird or a whole flock. It could be the main subject of your poem or just flit through the background. Here’s a poem about capturing the beauty of birds and putting it on the page.

Bird of paradise

Where? I hear you ask.
See among those leaves?
That dark green one is its head.
See how its beak snips the air
like a pair of kitchen scissors.
Now you see its wings: Great fans of fire,
each feather a flaming arrow.
Its body cools and evaporates
into a white waterfall of tail feathers.
You’re probably flinching at the way
it wields its dinosaur claws as it takes flight.
See how it fills the sky, like an exploding firework,
yet fits on the page, hidden among
delicate strokes of black on white.

Patrick Widdess

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Episode 47: Renga with Brent Hagen and Haley Nguyen

In this podcast guest host Brent Hagen introduces Haley Nguyen from Vietnam. Haley talks about discovering her poetic voice through learning English and shares some of her poems. She and Brent also share a renga they wrote together and invite you to try this collaborative form of writing from Japan.

Brent and Haley also look ahead to April’s NaPoWriMo podcast. They will be among nearly 30 poets offering daily poems and writing prompts to keep you writing throughout the month. There is still room for more contributions. If you have a poem (your own) and an accompanying prompt you’d like to record for the podcast please get in touch. Full details can be found here.

Renga

In simple terms a renga is a sequence of haiku written by two or more poets. Each participant composes a haiku in response to the previous one. It is fun and can spark the imagination in unexpected ways. You could start your renga by writing in response to a picture, a word, or even an existing haiku.

As always please share your haiku sequence here. We would love to hear and share them on the blog or podcast.

Here is Brent and Hayley’s renga:

Walking spoons

walking spoons
used to be
normal spoons

no more spoons
in the drawer tonight
only forks and knives

at mealtimes
they clink, they chatter
they read postcards

strong coffee
in Halong Bay

red sunday gravy
outside Rome

ripples slowing in matcha
in Kyoto

until one day just before afternoon tea
the sound of metal on cobblestone
very nearly home

Haley Nguyen and Brent Hagen

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NaPoWriMo 2023

National Poetry Writing month (NaPoWriMo) will be returning in April. Last year we featured a daily poem and prompt from poets around the globe. Submissions are now open for for this year’s challenge. Please submit a poem (your own work) and a related prompt that can inspire anyone to pick up their pen and write a poem. Please also include a photo and short bio and send to poetrynonstop@gmail.com.

Check out the prompts from last year:

Send us your NaPoWriMo poems

That’s it for NaPoWriMo 2022. Thank you to the 30 poets who have offered such a variety of poems and prompts over the month which I know have inspired many fantastic poems already. Thanks also to everyone who has shared poems during the month. It has been a pleasure to read them.

NaPoWriMo may have finished but in a way this is just the beginning. You’ll hopefully have lots of ideas and first drafts that you can develop over the coming months. I would love to feature them on the podcast so please send text and recordings of up to three poems from NaPoWriMo before May 31. If you don’t want to record you can send the text and I’ll do my best to read it. Please send submissions here.

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NaPoWriMo Day 30: Pete Goodrum – Poetry

It’s the final day of NaPoWriMo. Congratulations if you’ve been keeping up every day but hopefully you’ve at least enjoyed writing and listening to some great poems – and there’s one more to go. Pete Goodrum returns to share a prompt you will definitely have something to say about after the last month…

I’d like you to write a poem about… Poetry. If you’re interested in poetry, take some time to think about what you think about poetry.

Think about poetry itself. Think about how to construct a poem about poetry. Will it rhyme? Will it be in particular poetic form. What message are you trying to convey?

I wrote this poem after I witnessed some unexpected and very sceptical visitors to a poetry night be completely won over by an open mic session.

Let’s be honest.

Let’s at last be honest.
You never really liked me, let alone loved me.

Yes, there were moments, in your teens
when you thought it good to have me around.
You showed off about knowing me,
even sometimes used my words to impress others,
but it soon faded.

In fact, and I hate to raise it,
but you rubbished me, told the world,
or your world at least,
that I had no place, no use,
and that you had no need of me.

Except of course, now and then,
with women more than men
you’d try not to hide
your sensitive side
and you’d touch some hearts
with the romantic parts
because after all
that’s all you recall.
The easy bits
the cheesey bits.

And then I was forgotten again.
Until you needed me.
You’d call on me at weddings of course.
Yes, I was useful for those.
Even at christenings you’d search me out
to add a touching note.

Oh, and funerals. Yes, you wanted me then.
You’ve summonsed me to attend,
to be there, at the end,
to play my part
to help you explain your breaking heart.

But in all the years in between
as I’ve changed and grown,
when I’ve ranted and excited,
inspired and delighted
loved and detested
expressed and protested –

Through all of that, you’ve ignored me.

But I’ve never gone away.

I’m here.
Remember me now?
Yes, that’s right.
Whisper it.

I’m poetry.

Pete Goodrum

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NaPoWriMo Day 29: Christina Thatcher – Journeys

It’s nearly the end of the month and what a journey it has been. And that is today’s prompt with Christina Thatcher making a welcome return to Poetry Non-Stop for NaPoWriMo.

Write a poem which includes a bus or train journey. You may want to consider what is passing by outside the window, the sounds or conversations happening inside or even the memories that this journey invokes.

Interweaving 

On the bus from Pontypridd to Cardiff, a
woman braids her hair, an apple’s breadth

from the rattling window where ffordd and
farmland meet. How strange to see this here,  

after so many years: my mother’s mane in
this faraway place—her flyaways breaking  

loose, her split end static darting faster than
spooked sheep. How strange this electric  

urge to release my own locks from their stale
ponytail and mimic these braids:

the same weave as these horses,
the same soft as these women.

Christina Thatcher

First published in A470 anthology (Arachne Press, 2022)

Christina Thatcher is a Creative Writing Lecturer at Cardiff Metropolitan University. She keeps busy off campus as Poetry Editor for The Cardiff Review, a tutor for The Poetry School, a member of the Literature Wales Management Board and as a freelance workshop facilitator across the UK. Her poetry and short stories have featured in over 50 publications including Ambit, Magma, North American Review, Poetry Wales, The London Magazine and more. She has published two poetry collections with Parthian Books: More than you were (2017) and How to Carry Fire (2020). To learn more about Christina’s work please visit her website: christinathatcher.com or follow her on Twitter @writetoempower.

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NaPoWriMo Day 28: Gabrielle O’Donovan – Give voice to nature

Connect with the natural world for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt from Gabrielle O’Donovan.

Be the voice of something in the natural world

My prompt is to write a poem in the first person from the point of view of something in the natural world that is not a bird or animal – for instance a tree, a river, a cloud. It’s a chance to observe, free associate, have fun. If you can, go outside for inspiration, and spend some time with whatever you are giving a voice to.
I wrote some short poems about trees a few years ago when I was working with Roselle Angwin and recommend her book ‘A Spell in the Forest – Book One. Tongues in Trees’. For more inspiration, you could read Don Patterson’s wonderful sonnet, ‘The Wave’, or Louise Gluck’s ‘The Wild Iris’.
My two short poems are on Willows, and it is worth noting that it is currently Willow month in the Ogham tree calendar.

Salix Babylonica
I am diva of the riverside
I am Monet’s moody blue
I am star-crossed lovers
I am Salome’s seductive dance
I am a coloratura trill
I am the shiver in your spine
the risk of letting go

Crack Willow
I am the hawk’s eye view
I am the blackbird’s call
I am cricket’s straight bat
I am the arch of the harp
I am the song of the wind
I am weaving the earth
flickering your dreams

Gabrielle O’Donovan

Gabrielle O’Donovan is an Australian living on the Cheshire edge of Manchester. She is a member of Second Light women poets’ network and has been published in anthologies, journals, and alongside art exhibitions in the UK, France, and Australia.

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NaPoWriMo Day 27: Peter Wallis – Sevenling

Peter Wallis introduces us to a short form the sevenling for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. He says:

a Sevenling – a seven line
poem consisting of two three-line stanzas and a single final line.
It is a form devised by Roddy Lumsden. I was lucky enough to be taught about it at a workshop
of his.
He took the idea from a poem by Anna Akhmatova (here translated by D. M. Thomas)


He loved three things alone:
White peacocks, evensong,
Old maps of America.

He hated crying children,
And raspberry jam with his tea,
And womanish hysteria.

. . . And he married me.

The first three lines should contain an element of three – three connected or contrasting
statements, or a list of three details, names or possibilities. This can take up all of the three lines
or be contained anywhere within them.
Then, lines four to six should similarly contain an element of three, connected directly or
indirectly or not at all.
The seventh line should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition.
There are no set metrical rules, but being such a short form, some rhythm, metre or rhyme is
desirable.
To give the form a recognizable shape, it should be set out in two stanzas of three lines, with a
solitary seventh, last line.
Titles are not required. A sevenling should be titled Sevenling followed by the first few words in
parenthesis.
The tone of the sevenling should be mysterious, offbeat or disturbing, giving a feeling that only
part of the story is being told. The poem should have a certain ambience which invites
guesswork from the reader.

Lists of three and the number seven are magical things.
I find this exercise best if you can approach it lightly. Aim to jot down several attempts and then
go back to the one that you feel most drawn to.
Don’t overcomplicate things – Akhmatova’s poem has just seven end-stopped lines.
Start with three of anything – the last three novel you read, three favourite holiday destinations,
favourite foods or drinks, three ways to sign off emails, three schoolfriends, three wishes . . .
I find that the first two stanzas are relatively easy to come up with.
What takes the time is the final line which cuts across expectations. You might find yourself
redrafting this in the back of your mind throughout the day.
In the original workshop, as I was a teacher, I used “Reading, Writing and Arithmetic” (The
three Rs).


Back to basics.
Reading, Writing and Arithmetic,
the curriculum says.

Then I jumped to my father questioning me after school. He wanted signs of academic progress.

What did you do at school today?
Was it good? Tell me
your best thing.

and finally
Miss Crowther’s dress had seven petticoats.

The one thing I gloried in was the teacher’s full skirt, not having twigged what my father thought
school was for.
More recently, as part of a project about allotments, I wrote:

SEVENLING (He set to work) 
  
He set to work and planted 
three rows of radishes, 
two of lettuce, one of peas. 
 
The home he left was cheerless. 
Home welcomed his return. 
He changed his clothes. 
 
Anniversaries can be made of such afternoons.

Peter Wallis is a U.K. based poet and Hawthornden Fellow. He won publication of a pamphlet, Articles of Twinship, in the Bare Fiction Debut Poetry Collection Competition 2015 (copies available via the Contact Page at peterwallis.co.uk). His poems have been widely published and have both shortlisted and longlisted in the National Poetry Competition. He is Submissions Editor for the U.K. charity “Poems in the Waiting Room”.

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NaPoWriMo Day 26: Alex Russell – Urban legends

A welcome return by one of the first guests on Poetry Non-Stop Alex Russell. They invite us to look at urban legends from today’s NaPoWriMo poem.

Retell an urban legend in an everyday, mundane way.

Take that in any direction which feels right, but if you;re stuck and need a starting point: How would it be different if it was told from another point of view or focus? If the supernatural element was a metaphor or misunderstanding? With a different amount or placement of sympathy?

The Largest Man in Arkansas

I wish I had a better answer, but I’ve wracked
my brain all I can, and I really think my favourite
place is The Bait Shack – that dive bar that draws in
all the conspiracy theorists. No idea how you get
a reputation for this sorta thing, but they got it.
Last night I talked to a salt and pepper preacher
about mosquitoes for an hour. Big, messy tales
of two huge skeeters eating a lumberjack’s horse
in two bites, leaving nothing but a shredded saddle
‘til they spat out the shoes. Last time he told it
the lumberjack was the same but they ate a cow
and used the horns as toothpicks. When people
find out this is my favourite way to spend a Friday
night, they figure I’m mocking the clientele. Nobody’s
ever assumed I believe it. I mean, I don’t, but still.
Truth is, I like being around the passion. I want to see
someone wave their arms around with their story,
doubly so if they’re so excited to tell it they don’t know
you’ve heard it from them before, because what are
the odds? People don’t come back. You get one time
and Lord best believe you’re gonna make it count.
But I love to hear it. I want that fire in their eyes to
melt me, I don’t care what it’s about as long as it’s
not hurting anybody. When’s the last time you saw
someone enthused about something that didn’t have
a body count? I only get that here, and it makes me think
I could find it too. One time I got asked to guess the size
of a creature’s claws and I held my hands out about
a foot apart. He put down his drink hard, took them firm
and moved them for me, spread them out twice that, showed
me forcefulness without cruelty for the first time. My hands
moved in his so quick and I’ve been searching for the right
word for it every night since. If “grab” were a little more tender,
I’d be close. Anyway, this evening he told me about Bill
Jenkins, the largest man in Arkansas, carried away into
the night by a pair of skeets. I think I’m jealous.

Alex Russell

Alex Russell is a nonbinary poet and editor at Placeholder Press. Their pamphlet ‘stories in which’ is forthcoming from Really Serious Literature, and their micro-chapbook of poems inspired by cryptozoology (which this prompt is based on) is available for free from Ghost City Press

Placeholder Press is coming back from a hiatus, and will start doing free workshops, open mics and writing support sessions from May. Alex would love to see you there. 

If you’d like to be involved, details will be announced on their social media at @readplaceholder and on www.placeholderpress.co.uk, where you can also find wonderful poems to enjoy and use as inspiration for your poetry month practice.

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