Poetry Pals - Week 30 - A Month of Summer Poetry - a poem a day

a late week 2 of a summer of poetry.

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Hello my wonderful poetry people,

It’s been a slow week and I’m already a week behind and have done very little. And I know I say that a lot - sadly that’s what having a chronic illness does to you. So I’ve rested a lot, and then rested some more, and then last week it was our 32nd wedding anniversary so we went out and that knackered me out even though I loved what hubby organised for us (a train ride over the Ribbleston Viaduct (aka the Harry Potter viaduct), lunch out, a quick look round a cathedral and then back again in time for dinner out with the adult urchins.) So it’s been quietly busy.

Last week gave us some wonderful poems from others and these are a couple of my favourites.

Summer poems

and

Summer is always yellow

there are many others but I’m tired and my brain is misfiring and I can’t remember who to look for, so apologies to them all. Onto the prompts….

Poetry of the Summer - Week Two

8. It is 6.30am and….

   Choose your own time and write from that moment.

9. Flower

10. Write an epistolary poem for the back of a postcard, use the small rectangular writing space to shape your poem’s form. Or include some visuals?

11. Childhood summers

12. In my dream…

13. Surprising delight

14. In praise of xxxx in summertime (pick your thing(s), can be as obvious or weird as you like)

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I have been experimenting recently with haibuns - basically a short prose poem followed by a haiku as Rattle has a themed submission of these forms and luckily Rattle don’t mind you self publishing on your blog. It’s a form I wasn’t familiar with and I’ve quite enjoyed it. I can’t really tell if they hit the haibun brief though. We shall see I suppose. So firstly I did number 8 - a time one

Photo by Jamie Fenn on Unsplash

 A Nightly Light Show - haibun

At 1am the sky bursts with light, cannoning sound round the deep dale. Those of us sleeping, none too deeply, on the valley sides woken. Drifting smoke all that is left by the time curtains are parted: the first volley spent. We wait a while knowing more will come, reds, greens and golds, illuminating the green dome beneath. Ancient Chinese wisdom sprinkled over the dreaming town. Twinkling briefly they gently fade, our heart-rates calm and soon we settle to slumber again. 
 
sequinned sky noise 
fireworks rattle the valley
rapid crazed gunshots

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This happens on a regular basis I from the local Mosque throughout the year but the summer wedding season seems to thrown the most fireworks into the air. When we first moved here, coming from the deepest of rural rural places, rural McRuralplace I suppose, I struggled with the noise, now I sometimes even sleep through them, and don’t mind when they do wake me - the privilege of having nothing to get up for in the morning.

I then managed this for number 12 (in my dream). I always know I’m extra tired when I dream about sleeping. And I’ve been a lot extra tired recently.

Photo by Kinga Howard on Unsplash

I Dreamt I Was Asleep - haibun

I dreamt I remembered how to sleep, it was difficult and involved a complicated routine of quilt positioning, deep breathing, body attitude, and some ethereal thought about sleeping instructions floating manual like at the head of my bed. Do it all properly and in the right order and sleep will come. And in my dream I did and my dream in my dream was vivid and visceral until I woke in the second dream and had to start again learning how to sleep in the first. 

I dreamt I was asleep
Layers of consciousness 
Learning how to sleep			

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So there you have it, two poems written in the summer time if not actually about the summer. Hopefully my muse will soon return and I can up my writing rate again,

Till next time, peeps.

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