A Card Game

Lounged on the veranda on a dewy night;
Conman v marine (and conman’s hand is terrible…
He tends to be a sober player, right?)

He’s entirely lost; a jester (allegorical…)
Can the air magic him an anchor in this lough?!
Not now that he’s imbibed; he’d need quite the miracle.

So a hundred times he lost respect somehow,
Unloosed by defamation, sin and other tripe,
Poor Vinny; his tricks are terminable now.

(Plus the video is live and has very many likes!)


napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write homophonic translation. Essentially you choose a poem in a language you don’t know and ‘translate it’ by replacing the words with English words that look/sound similar. The poem I chose was a Spanish one by Joge Guillén called “Aquellos Veranos”. You can see it below…

Lentos veranos de niñez
Con monte y mar, con horas tersas,
Horas tendidas sobre playas
Entre los juegos de la arena,
Cuando el aire más ancho y libre
Nunca embebe nada que muera,
Y se ahondan los regocijos
En luz de vacación sin tregua,
El porvenir no tiene término,
La vida es lujo y va muy lenta.

Because the poem consists of ten lines, I also chose to write my ‘translation’ in Terza Rima.


Pip Talk

Why are you trying so hard to fit in
when you were born to stand out?
Why dress up in another fruit’s skin?
You’re an apple; of that there’s no doubt.

Your uniqueness is to be embraced,
Differences make this world grand,
If all fruits had the very same taste,
Life would be terribly bland.

You can make cake and crumble and sauce,
And then there is cider… and pie,
There are smoothies and juices of course,
You can bake, you can stew, you can fry.

It’s great to be so truly appley!
Why on earth would you sell yourself short?
Attempting so gosh-darn unhappily,
To change who you are at your core?

Please let go of all of that worrying,
Do away with all of that doubt,
Don’t try oh so hard to fit in,
When my sweet apple, you were born to stand out!

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a poem for a child. I strayed ever-so-slightly here and made a more light-hearted summary of a serious conversation I had with my 8-year-old son recently. He told me he didn’t want to be black any more; he wanted to be white, like his friends, so he could fit in. This piece is dedicated to him…

…and I’m sure all of us can relate to feeling different at one time or another – for any number of reasons.

“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?”

– Ian Wallace, What a Girl Wants


For Those That Know…

Let’s take a trip down memory lane,
Yeah, let’s do 2003 again,
Cheesecake in Wimbledon Pizza Hut,
While The Peas asked, “Where is the love?”
Remember where we THOUGHT love lived?
In bumping uglies with some butters kids?
Except that guy from Notting Hill,
Hey, Jo-Jo aren’t you with him still?
Po Na Na for my 21st birthday party,
That pimps and hoes night was just plain naughty,
Crackpots smoking crack and pot,
While we sunk Wray & Nephew shots,
The night Kimmy did something rather rude,
In the upstairs bar with that random dude,
But even in that year-long drinking spree,
I somehow earned my first degree,
Hey, I found some snaps the other day,
The ones I thought I’d thrown away,
The one where Zee kinda looked like death,
And the one where I sort of showed my breasts,
Man, the year Saddam was finally snared,
We partied like we NEVER cared,
Inhibitions low and adventures high,
We lived, we lost, we laughed, we cried,
Bruce said life was “B-E-A-utiful”,
But we said “heavy” (meaning cool),
The utter MADNESS we unfurled,
Goddamn! I fucking LOVE you girls!

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a New York School. This type of poem has 23 ‘rules’ and the idea is to include as many as possible. Here is the list:

    1. at least one addressee (to which you may or may not wish to dedicate your poem)
    2. use of specific place names and dates (time, day, month, year)–especially the names of places in and around New York City
    3. prolific use of proper names
    4. at least one reminiscence, aside, digression, or anecdote
    5. one or more quotations, especially from things people have said in conversation or through the media
    6. a moment where you call into question at least one thing you have said or proposed throughout your poem so far
    7. something that sounds amazing even if it doesn’t make any sense to you
    8. pop cultural references
    9. consumer goods/services
    10. mention of natural phenomena (in which natural phenomena do not appear ‘natural’)
    11. slang/colloquialism/vernacular/the word “fuck”
    12. at least one celebrity
    13. at least one question directed at the addressee/imagined reader
    14. reference to sex or use of sexual innuendo
    15. the words “life” and “death”
    16. at least one exclamation/declaration of love
    17. references to fine art, theater, music, or film
    18. mention of genitals and body parts
    19. food items
    20. drug references (legal or illegal)
    21. gossip
    22. mention of sleep or dreaming
    23. use of ironic overtones
Young Girl Playing By Herself

Adventures of Princess Dragon-Slayer

I wield my sword as dragons snooze,
While hitching the hoop of my gown,
I hold steady on my stiletto shoes,
And cut the blighters down,
Behind comes a cheer from the crowd,
The animals bray, bark and bleat,
They hoist me high above town,
And parade me all through the street,
In my sedan chair I dine with a pirate,
Who tells me his tales of the sea,
He invites me to be his first mate,
And his parrot pipes up, “I agree!”
I stop off in a cave that is dreary,
Where elves live in each little hollow,
They ask if I’ll find their lost fairy,
With a sigh I smile, “Yes, but tomorrow!”
And then just as I reach Neverland ,
There’s a giant in waiting ahead,
He grabs me with one single hand,
And carries me off to my bed.

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a poem in a family member’s voice. I chose my 3-year-old daughter who has daily fantasy adventures! It’s never a dull moment.


The Soldier in a Bobble Hat

A handsome man in a Peruvian hat,
In the farthest corner from me is sat,
His uniform hugs his chiselled figure,
His emerald eyes are growing bigger,
As he spies me watching like I’m not,
As I coyly fiddle with my strawberry top,
A sultry smile with curious intention,
Is flashed so suavely in my direction,
I note the sparse dove grey of his ghastly miter,
As it’s removed in a smooth and graceful gesture,
But all at once I’m filled with dread,
As I catch sight of his wounded head,
I part my lips as he strides my way,
But he pre-empts what I’m about to say,
“Forgive me for my awful scar,
I’ve battled a lifetime to get this far,
But I believe I lived that we might meet,
For my heart near stopped; it skipped a beat,
When I saw you, my suffering died a death,
Unequal, bittersweet, you stole my breath.
I swear by the cruel and incised moon,
If you feel nothing, I’ll bid you good afternoon,
But if you feel as I do, and your eyes say I’m right,
Defending your heart will be the last war I fight.”


napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to include the name of at least one variety of sea shell (which have some pretty wild names). I chose the following:

Peruvian Hat
Strawberry Top
Sparse Dove
Ghastly Miter
Unequal Bittersweet
Incised Moon


Close up of woman crying


Once upon the daylight blue,
A longing was drawn in vivid hues,
And sat lucid in her reverie,
For times that she and he once knew.

Painted on her memory’s eye,
Thoughts flittered like a butterfly,
They tickled at the brink of truth,
And swaddled her mind in a dulcet lie.

He no longer walks the realm of we,
He’s not bound by mortal foolery,
But he’s exalted in her ceaseless dream,
Where they dance for all eternity.

This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a Persian ruba’i, which is stanza with the rhyming pattern AABA. A collection of ruba’i is called a rubiyat and that is what I’ve produced today. Oh, and the title is a combination of the words forever and reverie!


Joy Ride

The scent of the leather that’s dancing on air,
The caress of the wind as it tussles my hair,
The thump of the speakers; they’re playing my song,
The bass in the engine; it’s drumming along,
The feel of the sun as it kisses my skin,
The view of the horizon that’s luring me in,
The palatable joy as I empty my mind,
The freedom when rubber and tarmac align.


This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write a poem using at least three of the senses. This simple anaphora is dedicated to the Audi R8 Spyder that is {hopefully} waiting for me somewhere in my {not so distant} future! Yeah…


The Fallen Sky

As I walk upon the fallen sky,
I’m overcome with peace,
The where? What? When?
The who?
The why?
The questions finally cease.

The inconsequentiality
of all I’ve come to know,
The insignificance of me
humility bestowed!

Now humbled by my fragility,
And in awe of the sublime,
All troubles ebb away from me;
Just snags on the weave of time.

The atrocities in history?
And every time I’ve cried?
Mere raindrops in this cosmic sea;
Lost on forever’s tide.

Today’s piece was inspired by a place called Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia (pictured), which is the world’s largest salt flat and the German word sehnsucht, which loosely translates as an intense longing or desire for an unnameable something, ambivalent emotions and reflection and evaluation of one’s life – all at once!

love story

A Love Story

Here is where their story begins,
In a time when they were young,
And they did not yet regret their sins.

A boy whose praises went unsung,
Met a girl who ignored her worth,
And together they climbed on love’s first rung.

But they scaled too quickly from earth,
And when those naïve darlings fell,
They came crashing from their mirth.

They said a bitter-sweet farewell,
And tried to mend their hearts,
But the sadness deep inside did swell.

She knew they could not live apart,
And he knew he could not be her friend,
For her name was inked upon his heart.

They could not a minute longer pretend,
And thus began a new endeavour,
For theirs is a love story with no end.

They’ll climb together forever.


napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a terza rima; a poem with a rhyming pattern like this: ABA, BCB, CDC, DED etc… I found this a challenge as I couldn’t get my usual flow, but I hope it still works well! Oh, and it was inspired by my own love story and is therefore dedicated to my hubby :)


Prelude to a Kip

Oh, why can’t I sleep?

Why’s this happening again?

Is that… a fox… I can hear?
Or a baby in pain?!

Did I lock the front door?

Is the dishwasher on?

What did I miss in the meeting?
Did I say anything wrong?

God, is that my stomach?!
When did I last eat?

Should I nip down for water?
Or will that make me pee?

Where’s my bottle anyway?
Is it next to my Kobo?

…Oh! Could Jane be the killer?!
But then wouldn’t Nick know?
Or are they in it together?
Did I think that before?
Is it wrong to want Nick dead?
…should I just read a bit more?

Damn, is that a headache coming?
Great, now what do I do?
Have we still got some painkillers?
Or did I take the last two?

Wait, are they… shouting next door?

God, is it really half past one?!

Why’s this mattress so lumpy?
Can I justify a new one?

Do I drink too much coffee?

Should I try that technique?

Oh God, why am I awake?!

I’d kill Nick for some sleep!


napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write a poem where every line is a question, except for the last one. This poem was inspired by my nightly routine – it takes me a very long time to fall asleep – I find it hard to switch off my brain – as you can tell!

Poetry by Serena Malcolm


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