NaPoWriMo: Day 3

Monarchs in April

Each spring, the milkweed
Warm, honey-spiced, and piquant

Tempts the butterflies;
Umbels bobbing in the breeze
Vibrant, solar-hued

Monarchs stop to perch
Sunning cathedral glass wings
Luminous and frail

Leaving behind eggs
Dotting leaves like fine brocade
Or fragile beading

Day Three Prompt:  Involved making a list of words and finding other rhyming words via an online rhyming dictionary.  The only thing I wound up keeping (despite having done the initial exercise!) was one of the original words I came up with (piquant, courtesy a random word generator).  Nothing else from the exercise appeared in this haiku sequence, ha ha.

NaPoWriMo: Day 2

Those April mornings
As dew clung to my nightgown
And grass prickled my feet,

The earth tempted my tongue:
The tender taste of clover,
And yellow woodsorrel,

With its soft citrus;
Dandelion’s earthy bite,
And the nutty tang of violets.

I explored the world
Through taste, savoring flavor,
Consuming beauty.

I’ve since discovered,
Your tongue moving against mine,
That I haven’t changed.

Day Two Prompt:  “Write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office.”  This started out as an attempt at that, reminiscing about how my friends and I, at age nine or ten, would wander out into gardens and seek out clovers to chew on.  Things sort of went awry from there.

A-to-Z Challenge: Billy Liar



I am so much happier with today’s entry than yesterday’s!  I did some reconfiguring of my expectations for the month and really tried to open my mind to the idea of doing a more multi-media A-to-Z, seeing it as an opportunity to try out different things stylistically and in different mediums.  Today I opted for acrylic, which I’ve been trying for a long time to figure out — how it fits into my stylistic repetoire, what I find it useful for, etc.

I don’t think I’ve got it totally figure out, but I’m still happy with today’s effort.

Acrylic paints on a 7” x 14” canvas.


Billy Liar

Billy Liar’s got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor’s, knickers down.
He’s got his knickers down.

So the summer is eternity for you?
Sleeping in until your father’s shaking you down
He’s shaking you down.

And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around
All skulking around.

Let your legs loll on the lino
‘Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear,
‘Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar.

All a-drifting, he’s a no-good boy-o
Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame
(His only catch all day)

So he sits and lets the current take him
A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
And at his ankles laid.

As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep
He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls
How she twists and twirls!

Let you legs loss on the lino
‘Til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear,
‘Til the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar.


NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 1

Combing Hair

Some mornings,
the scent of argan oil, of pungent earth
Warmed between glistening palms
Ease through dampened curls —
Pull taut the strands with practiced ease and lace,
Over and under, warp and weft,
A perfect, shining plait.

Some mornings,
Lethargy creeps; arthritic and insidious
To claw and snag and snap dead-ends;
My hair a static cloud, a white-noise halo,
A hornet’s nest alive and angry,
A vengeful snare of knots and tangles
Laying waste to fragile fingers.

Some mornings,
I touch, with reverent fingers, tangles
Like wild bramble growing unrestrained
Beneath cool-shade canopies;
The green-earth smell of argan remembers
Tender hands taming unruly tendrils, promises
Roses once again among the thorns.

Day 1 Prompt: “I’d like to challenge you to write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.”

A-to-Z Challenge: A Bower Scene


Some houskeeping first:

I realized at some point last night — because of course I did, any earlier would have been entirely too convenient in these circumstances — that essentially all of my micron pens are running out of ink.  While I intend to do a quick run through our office supply aisle at the grocery store to see if they carry them, I am not venturing, nor sending anyone else out to the grocery store until it is absolutely necessary (as in, until we actually really need more food), so that may not be until this weekend or later.  There’s also a (decent) chance that they won’t carry them, at which point I may try ordering them online, but with everything going on, who knows how long they’ll take to arrive.  So be prepared for micron sketches peppered throughout pencil sketches, colored pencils, watercolors or acrylics, et. (I’m working them out of order, so even though I’m running low today at “A,” micron might still show up much later in the alphabet).

Now, onto the challenge.  I don’t care for this drawing at all; in all honesty, left to my own devices, I wouldn’t even share it.  I wanted a sort of whimsical, storybook sort of illustration, but the loss of my finest tipped microns means this was done with much thicker lines than I would have liked (her face and body I would normally have done in 005, and instead I had to use a 03 and a 05).  The loss of the fine-lining ability of the microns means, given how this drawning turned out, that I’m going to have to rethink some of my ideas for my illustrations.  I got disheartened with this one as soon as I entered the inking stage, and it shows for how I rushed it (basically, as soon as the face turned out like that, I was like, “Welp. No hope for it now,” ha ha).  Not my best start to the challenge.

Still, onward and upward.  So many more chances.


Thou unconsolable daughter
Said the sister

When wilt thou trouble the water
In the cistern

And what irascible blackguard
Is the father

And when young Margaret’s waistline
Grew wider

The fruit of her amorous entwine
Inside her

And so our heroine withdraws
To the taiga

Blogging A-to-Z Theme Reveal


I’ve done the A-to-Challenge since 2017, when I started trying to blog in earnest.  That first year, my theme was literally just All About Me, because frankly I had no idea what I wanted my blog to be, or what purpose it served.  The following year, in 2018, I opted to combine Blogging A-to-Z with NaPoWriMo, and wrote a poem in a different form or style everyday (honestly, that was a lot of fun, and I’m still a fan of some of those poems).  2019 saw me trying to make this blog more about life with neurodivergence, so I wrote an A-to-Z about adult ADHD.

This year, armed with a little more knowledge about what the purpose of this blog is — rekindling and nurturing a creative self, however that manifests itself — and eager to push and challenge myself more, it took me a while to decide, but I’ve chosen a theme.

This year’s theme is: sketches inspired by song lyrics.  I’ve decided to try to keep the lyrical choices, so much as I can, to songs by one of my favorite bands (The Decemberists), because their lyrics are, at least to me, amazingly evocative.  I am hoping upon hope I can do them justice.

I am so looking forward to reading/seeing other people’s contributions this year!