Day 9 NaPoWriMo Persona poem

Today’s prompt is to write in another persona. I’m a bit late today as my brother is here visiting, but in order to keep with the flow I have “cheated” a bit in revising an older poem. This one is in the voice of Eleanor of Aquitaine.

Eleanor’s Lament  (Henri has not come)

My steps take me
again to the place of wailing
behind castle stones
where  walls weep dark tears.
Henri has not come,
though I will him so.

Pride may kill this love,
its heartbeats falter
as a small bird
quivers when held
even between gentle hands.
Henri has not come.

I shelter in this place of shadows,
keen softly at the sharp stings
of  loss and sorrow.
Henri has not come,
and Fate forbids I go.

Fate stains the dark stones
of a thousand years, yet
they stand, precarious.
A soft breath and they may
fall away.

I cannot tell Henri’s heart
from the fallen stones.
My heart lies shattered, a thousand
and a thousand shards
glint in the wet gleam
of bitter tears
and still—
Henri comes not.

Carol A Stephen
as Eleanor of Aquitaine, during her time kept prisoner by her husband, Henry II

Eleanor of Aquitaine, queen consort of Henry I...

Eleanor of Aquitaine, queen consort of Henry II of England. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Day 7 NaPoWriMo Layers of Saturation

Carol A. Stephen

Today the prompt is to write a poem where everything is a particular colour or that colour predominates. Hope this is not too prosaic…

 

Layers of Saturation

The days close windows, shutter
sky in purple cloud, sending the sun
somewhere south and west.

When moon rises, she’s wrapped herself
in the purple midnight we call black,
yet purple even so.

Light from white stars filters
the line of purple through layers of night,
layers of amaranth, their haloes shimmer violet

rain descending, sending a mist
of red-blue tears. At sunrise,
beneath the trees, purple crocuses.

Closeup of crocuses in early afternoon light.

crocuses (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Carol A. Stephen
April 7, 2012

Day 6 NaPoWriMo and my 100th post! An Elephant poem

So today’s prompt is to write an animal poem, incorporating some factual material. This prompt coincided with a forward from a friend about elephant rescue, and the link at NaPoWriMo to elephant facts. Besides, I have always had a special fondness for elephants, ever since childhood, when my favourite was a stuffed elephant, not your usual stuffed bear. I remember the little lullaby it played. And I remember my mother washing it to clean its dirty white, only to have it turn pink when the dye from its  red parts ran in the water (what WERE those parts? I can’t remember that now!) I had written an elephant poem draft awhile ago, which I have incorporated into a new draft today.

Elephant, Okovnago Delta, Botswana, Africa.

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Giant of Africa

This cumbersome beast brought low behind zoo walls
gazes at gawkers with a sad wrinkled eye. A solitary grief.
Perhaps he mourns his lost savannah, his herd back home,
too far distant to hear his low-frequency laments.
Instead, his growled rumble greets captive companions,
gathered at shared water source, rubbing each other
with tender affection, their raised trunks in salutation,
or gentle tusks left or right, whichever each may favour.

While he grazes on grass, lunches on leaves, teases down
his feast of twigs, bark and seed pods, he remembers
days of freedom, years of circus dancing, just another
trained bear, driven by animals of lower intelligence.
Though equal in cortex and neuron, his human master
inferior in self-knowledge and compassion.

Imagine altruism in this giant of Africa. What fear twists
in the human mind that allows us to torture and degrade?
We poach him to extinction, stand motionless as
the majesty of Elephant fades into natural history—
one more once was.

Carol A. Stephen

Carol A. Stephen

April 6, 2012

NaPoWriMo Day 4 Write a Blues Poem

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a blues poem. This was rather a fun one to do.

Carol A. Stephen

Moocher Blues

Don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Said I don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Bringin’ me that heartache like he done before

He bring me his laundry, he bring me his trash
Yeah, he bring me his laundry, he bring me his trash
He bringin’ me down when he ain’t bringin’ cash

Don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
No, I don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
If he ain’t good for nothin’, he ain’t sweepin’ my floor

He sleeps in the mornin’, then he’s readin’ all day
I said he sleeps in the mornin’, reads in bed all day
He ain’t good for nothin’, jus’ gets in the way

Tuesdays he packs up, takes himself off somewhere
yeah Tuesdays he packs up, takes himself off somewhere
Come payday Friday, he creepin’ back up my stairs

Don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Said I don’t want that man hangin’ round my door
Bringin’ me that heartache like he done before

Carol A. Stephen
April 4, 2012