A poem a day: Too cold for confetti

Not really using the “I remember” prompt today. The penultimate poem for this monthly creation (churn?!) of poetry is possibly more of an everyday imagined human geography.  (Also: villanelle!)   Too cold for confetti The wind cuts right through, it’s like breathing ice, the solid rain turns silence into blue. You said it once, don’t need to … More A poem a day: Too cold for confetti

A poem a day: Thursday 7th January 2016: Afternoon carrot cake

One from the notebook for today’s prompt – a day turned upside down.  Written one way then falling backwards, grasping onto words to make some sense of it. Rochdale field notes notebook   Thursday 7th January 2016: Afternoon carrot cake Afternoon carrot cake, over sweet, not enough cinnamon for the twin sets and pearls. Served with a turd of … More A poem a day: Thursday 7th January 2016: Afternoon carrot cake

A poem a day: He watches the shadow people stand on Yorkshire Street by the iron gate

Today’s prompt is to write poetry inspired by Ciaran Carson or Walt Whitman.  Essentially “leggier verse” than previous poems.  A bit experimental and the most “prog rock” title that I think I’ve ever used…   He watches the shadow people stand on Yorkshire Street by the iron gate Run a pointed ash stick along the grubby black bars of the iron … More A poem a day: He watches the shadow people stand on Yorkshire Street by the iron gate

A poem a day: Manchester Ship Canal Shanty

Very chuffed to be “featured participant” and have yesterday’s poem chosen by the lovely folk at NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt is a call and response poem – used in gospel, sea shanties, and folk songs.  As I was lucky enough to get tickets for one of the final Bellowhead concerts, I’m going to have a go at a folk song structure … More A poem a day: Manchester Ship Canal Shanty