Spring day

Dark clouds race across the sky

Driving rain falls like curtains of lace

Wind blows in gusts bending still life

A shard of bright light breaks through

Delicate leaves ripped from branches

White shapes fall in swirls

Dancing, fluttering in blasts of air

Cherry blossom falls like flurries of snow

Another spring day is here

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Alone

So today is the last day of #napowrimo. However inspired by many people I have decided to see if I can manage a poem a day for longer… who knows how long . Todays Prompt is to take a poem written this month and write the bottom line first until you get to the bottom of the poem which should be the top line.

Here is my backwards poem

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He kept his promise

He lifted her down off the rock, kissing her

She looked up and there he was in the distance

Hearing a noise was that his voice in the wind

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She felt so alone

Where was he? They were going to go crabbing

She could see the crabs playing on the bottom

Gazing down, the deep dark pool swirling around

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Sun warm on her head

Red skirt fluttering around her bare knees

Her hair flying in the blustery warm wind

Standing barefoot, her feet cold on the smooth rock

The House Opposite

The House Opposite

The House Opposite – Rye

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I am opposite ‘The House Opposite’

Opposite to what? I thought.

Its dark oak panelled doors

Each one exquisitely carved

The old dark handle

And the bright new lock

Set in dark oak frames

Beaten, knocked, gouged.

What stories could you tell me?

With your lamp above the door

Who used to enter you?

And what is it your opposite to?

Are you different from across the cobbled road?

Is it modern where you are old?

So I cross the cobbles

And look to see what the house could see

And Opposite was another house

Almost identical

With the name

‘The House Opposite to Me’.

Flashing red light

I see the flashing red light

as it dances around the wood

it leaps high in the air

then is completely still

I see the flashing red light

in the distance

moving at great speed

close to the ground

I see you

on a dark misty morning

as we walk through the woods

with your flashing red light

hanging on your collar

for once

I see your walk not mine

Bonfire Night

Cold air trails from my mouth

I can blow little circles

Dark is all around me

tiny candle lights appear in the distance

the bands pipe up with their music

the procession starts

Torch lights fill the sky

flames leaping upwards

people in fancy dress march through the street

and in the middle the GUY

shouting, whistling, cheering

as the people follow the crowd

they meet in a field

the bonfire is lit

it crackles quietly

whizz and bangs noises echo around

the sky is filled with a shower of light

bright blues, reds and greens

the crowd oohs and ahhs

and as the last firework finishes

the huge bonfire roars and crackles

the loud cheers and chants fade away

still is the night as we gaze into the flames