Ding Ding Ding! With entry into Lockdown 5, I’ve racked up 50 Pandemic Poems. It’s not a prize I’m happy about winning.
This poem has been bubbling in my brain and dancing across my notebook for a month or so. I wanted to capture the feeling of being a “gambler” when in a manipulative/abusive relationship, which has some traumatic parallels to the way we’re forced to live now during this pandemic. I’ll probably keep working on it.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #50 / The Gambler”
Lockdown number 4 for Victoria and I’m breathing new life into my Pandemic Poetry series, out of necessity more than anything else. It was always a series that was born out of catharsis and this lockdown has hit me particularly hard. Thank goodness for poetry.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #49 / Just Mum”
I liked this prompt from The Dirty Thirty challenge but it took me a few days to write the poem. The prompt was to write an uplifting piece to your younger self.
Continue reading “Dirty Thirty Day 25 / You But Me”
It’s been a while since one of The Dirty Thirty prompts really clicked with me. This one was obvious – the zombie apocalypse is parenting in the school holidays of course.
Continue reading “Dirty Thirty Day 23 / Zombified”
Today’s offering from The Dirty Thirty prompts. The prompt today was to create a super hero. Mine was a hero of self-care.
Continue reading “Dirty Thirty Day 10 / Slater”
Another poem from the prompts provided every day of April over at The Dirty Thirty on Facebook. The prompt was to write about organic shapes.
Continue reading “Dirty Thirty Day 5 / Amorphous”
Every April, The Dirty Thirty runs a month-long poetry challenge over on Facebook. I definitely did not do a poem every day in April but I did write a couple of new poems thanks to their daily prompts. Here’s day two. The prompt to to describe the process of filling some kind of blank slate, and let the final image be revealed at the end.
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I’d hoped that I might get to 50 pandemic poems in 2020. It feels like a nice place to stop. This second to last poem is one for the poets. As restrictions have eased and there are in-person events to get to. I’m finding the new language of the online poetry spaces is bleeding into the real world and it’s kind of awkward.
Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #48 / New Shit”