NaPoWriMo – Day 30


Friends gather, to share their words, etched in ink or tapped in apps.

We are here to witness the release of Doves, reared in notebooks, in a room of hearts which each beat to a different vernacular, showing support in a smile laugh, or applause.

It is right then, we should sit in a circle, because even at the end of the month. There’s always other Doves waiting for their time to fl.


NaPoWriMo – Day 29


Today was a day for forming ideas,

Moulding, playing with brain clay.

Today was a day shaped by structure,

With imdex cards,

and their spectrum of colour.

Today was a day for adding,

then deleting,

Today was a day of multiple windows open,

eyes peering over exercise books.

Today was a day to step into the unknown,

Today was a day for knowing your middle,

But not really how you get home.

Today was a day for Whatsapp queries to writer friends,

Today was a day for covering plot holes,

To “Make do and mend”

Today was a day for taking positives from tiny wins,

and chewing the cud,

Today was knowing there are other days to come good.

NaPoWriMo – Day 28

Personal Best

On the last Sunday in April,

there’s a thing that occurs,

Where the thud of trainers pounding London’s pavement can be heard.

From Cutty Sark to The Mall,

rows of pals and loved ones standing by,

public support, out in force underneath the spring sky.

I saw a man dressed as cucumber,

who’s feet were giving it welly.

He nearly ran into a group of Smurfs,

When they interviewed him live on telly.

Twenty six point three miles

and thousands of reasons for completion.

Setting a time,

or just crossing the line

for charitable causes across the nation.

You have my full admiration,

Because I know in a flicker,

The only Marathon I could do,

Would be the one they now call Snicker.

NaPoWriMo – Day 26


Tonight, I have journeyed to the centre of the earth,

In words, inspired by Verne, and in action driven by a passion and love of a thing that is made of care.

I have seen loved ones, give themselves to tell stories and send us to far flung places upon the turn of a Sixpence.

Tonight, I am proud.

NaPoWriMo – Day 25


The sound we make emanates through walls, in this new place they mingle perfectly, with the older chords, set in its bricks.

We sing, thankful to those who came before, those who taught how to scale a scale, which created minor memories, with major sustained impressions and can never b flattened.

We may have moved into a different domain, but that doesn’t mean the music has wained…

because look, we made an orchestra.

NaPoWriMo – Day 24


I hope to stumble upon a sleep of unrivalled parallels,

A sleep caught in time, that captures my full attention.

A sleep which collects thoughts like flecks of moonlight on curtain lining.

A sleep with the comfort of a night light on the landing, or an ajar in a door.

A sleep that draws landscapes, of faint pencil so I might fill in its detail with dancing feet.

I hope for a sleep that can guide me to kernels of magic hidden within endless days.

NaPoWriMo – Day 23


There’s feet on a street,

That stamp to a Midland beat,

There’s feet attached to flats,

Those who choose comfort over substance,

There’s feet attached to trainers, earphones, joggers, that help to sustain PBs.

There’s feet attached to sparkle,

For those who harken for a weekday weekend vibe.

There’s feet attached to jeans, which snuggle up to genes,

Capable of wondrous… feats.

There’s feet marching on a double-time beat to get where they’re going.

There’s feet who without really knowing where they’re going,

take a leap a couple of feet around the corner to see what’s there.

These are our feet,

Give them direction.

NaPoWriMo – Day 21

Break Off

Bleary stares at Sunday’s snooker stars,

Crucible of tension,

Cuticles bitten to the width of a cue tip.

Eyes blinker,

Deciding frames,

For seventeen days,

It’s all a haze of green baize.

And waistcoats.