NaPoWriMo #4: The chat-up Line

"A Ginger

is just a girl who hasn't had the fire fucked out of her yet"

*Draft Response*

                   Fight back 

Earthquake                    Richochet 

Heart sway to the beat of Celtic Hips

and Pray 

you open bloodshot eyes to the cavalcade of Goddesses

that grace you with their presence 

daily.

This hair is fire

my skin the whiteburn of ancient roots

Eyes the blue of grey rivers reflecting the moon

There is no in between

when you are the birth of elements.

If I am just the burning embers of a fire that hasn't been fucked out

follow my heat into the darkness

where many have tried before you

and failed.

NaPoWriMo #3: Pray, come.

Woman, come by the river to pray.
Pull Damp rag
Crimson tide
from your teething jaw/raw
and bathe.

Feel the water
raise/rise
it is purer after you pray.

Hand to knee
feel the rip of earth
clot/clod at the roots
of weeds and push/pull.

The river will erode/corrode
the limitations of its banks
and return to the sea.

The illusion/stability of land will cease
built upon chalk/drawn
against dark cavern face
illuminated only by lamplight/moonnight.

The River cuts down the façade of rock
to view its self-portrait
.
The Rock as a lover
breaks the confines of its frame to accommodate
harmony with the breeze.

Women, come by the river to pray.
See the true reflection of sisters in the time/sand
loosen the noose tension/lead weight beneath your chin
and pray.

NoPoWriMo #2: Found Poem

Found

Play cook peas

Freezing taste near prayer.

Brothers Conversation say Danger.

Too late

Tower block swallow

Field mission, brave walking.

Poor crawling always

               Found Cloud

This will not run out

This strange dark

Highly present here. 

This poem was inspired by an exercise at #WordsFirst with BBC1Xtra at Contact MCR