NaPoWriMo 28: Painting Friends’ Palettes

A lovely iridescent bubble

Yesterday’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write about a colour. So – as it’s nearing the end of the month and I (as I’m sure many others participating in NaPoWriMo!) am lacking a bit of original chutzpah, I ‘outsourced’ some of the legwork…

This morning, I asked (via Facebook) what my friends’ favourite colour was and why. Then this evening, once some fine folk had commented, I used the colours and imagery they provided to write a poem: to ‘paint’ each stanza using their colour and some of the images they offered, so it reads a bit like a paint-chart of pictures.

Thanks to those who commented and I hope you like what I’ve painted with your colours 🙂

 

Painting Friends’ Palettes

or, Imagine These Colours

 

Since shiny is your favourite distraction, imagine:

a peacock waltzes with a mackerel

whirling in a beetle-shell ship

within a bubble made of

iridescent micro-chips.

 

Then, a silvery-grey wish:

a graphite bike-chain of granite

powers a sleek silverfish

made of satin, its eyes

burnished baubles

of copper.

 

See the bright spring green

of the grass of the garden

at work. Passionate petrichor*

of plant’s breath. What eyes are for.

The opposite of death. The endless

easy elegant obviousness

of each leaf.

 

In a home by the

duck-egg Dorset sea,

the colours of raw plaster

ripple intently across rooms;

their walls flowing gently

into the shapes and shades

of the waves.

 

And turquoise bright writes

cheerful

in summer seas and skies,

where a deep purple kite flies

in your spirit, tethers you

with a line of light

from the eyes.

 

 

*’petrichor’ is an old/disused word for “The pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell.” I like to think of it as the plants breathing a sigh of relief…

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NaPoWriMo 15: Transaction on a Spring Day – A Pantum

The OWL (Observation Wheel Leeds) at night – which is the ‘great revolving wheel’ in the poem…

 

Today’s prompt: a Malay verse-form “of rhymed quatrains (abab), with 8-12 syllables per line. The first two lines of each quatrain aren’t meant to have a formal, logical link to the second two lines, although the two halves of each quatrain are supposed to have an imaginative or imagistic connection” (to quote the NaPoWriMo site).

I am not sure if it follows the rules fully – but I tried! Might put another one up later/tomorrow too…

AND (in the style of ANTI-BOTNET) I HAVE NOW CAUGHT-UP FROM BEING FOUR DAYS BEHIND!

 

Transaction on a Spring Day

 

I push the DVDs across the till,

Exchanging our feelings about the stories;

Above the skyline, a great revolving wheel

Magnifies the sky-screen’s bright-blue glories.