A real map

Map laid out, Deciding a route

I study it carefully.

Which roads to choose

Map in the back

Sat nav on, what a mistake

It guides me, the pink route

It doesn’t look right

‘re calculating’ it says

‘at the next available road turn round’

I don’t want to turn round

This is the right way.

Ditching the sat nav

I try my phone, Google guides me

No voice, No noise

Destination is found.

I check the sat nav

Where was it taking me

Gatwick airport,

Last know destination

I should have stuck with the map

The old fashioned way

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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

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

Breaking the Peace

Dark sultry humid night, sleep is hard.

A bright light flashes through the gap in the curtains

A crack of thunder fills my ears

There is silence again, no rumble

Sheets of  bright light fill the sky,

Bolts of lightning  race to the ground at speed

It looks like it’s ripping the sky in two

Simultaneously the thunder cracks

The noise is deafening, breaking the peace

Wind whips through the trees

Huge rain drops fall from the sky

Then as fast as it arrived,

The sound of thunder rolls slowly away,

The lightening disappears from the sky

The wind and rain die away

There is peace once more

and the air remains humid and sultry.

 

 

The cheek of it

Stillness surrounds me, peace is here

To my right I hear the goats bells,

The deep clanging fills the air

To my left to cows bellow loudly

Their noise jumbles with the bells

Behind me the birds chatter joyously

Their music tries to fill the air

Above me is the fly highway

They buzz backwards and forwards with speed.

They are nosier than everything else

They have broken the stillness and peace

The cheek of it all.