Poeming full time since April one.
Never mind the quality, feel the width. A kind of frenzy kicks in for National Poetry Month (Napowrimo), which has me flitting from prompt to prompt and trying to do them all. The result in my case is some pretty naff poetry! And then I wear my eyes out trying to read everyone’s contributions.
This is my fifth Napo, not to mention a few Octpowrimos, and I hope to stay the course.
A little sample for you : The prompt at We Write Poems is history: ” So I ask you this week: what’s in your genes? What have you been inspired by, historically? “
like everyone else’s are a mishmash
of ancestors, right back to Adam.
A soupçon of Norfolk farming folk
from my maternal grandfather,
and an influx of Irish from Mum’smum –
the story goes that they fled famine
when the potato crop failed with blight.
Dad’sdad was an entrepreneur
who made and lost fortunes,
made bad puns, a naughty man,
but he was a lot of fun.
He left his wife with five young’uns to raise,
took up with a Parisian milliner –
strict, she was, but a much better cook than Gran.
Dad’smum was a corker
one of the upper crust
a Dudley-Ward, no less.
Somewhere in her history
someone ran off with the coachman,
another was in the chorus line,
but she didn’t talk about that.