Editors Christopher & Keri – #PoemADayForAYear: 06/04/15. NaPoWriMo Day 6

Tomorrow we will have a feature about our Do The Write Thing event from last week which was hit by the weather but was nonetheless full of flow and energy.

Here we go with NaPoWriMo Day Six. It has been good for me (Christopher) to have some prompts for poetry. I have been losing a little impetus with this challenge recently. I think the biggest hurdle is finding something to write about every day. I don’t know how Richard Herring does it, I really do not. I need to start doing proper blog entries again soon, actually talking about things.

Anyway, here are our poems for NaPoWriMo. The prompt for today is an aubade.


A mist of half-remembered dreams clings to my eyes

as hands and toes rejuvinate

from languished darkness under concrete skies.

The digits read ten to eight.

I fling myself upright with a jolt

leap out of bed across the room – halt.

Back to the bedside drawers for underwear

and socks – the cold already gnawing my toes.

Then back across the room for a shirt that goes

with the only work trousers I can wear.


Every morning seems to go the same way.

Alarm delayed and again for 10 more minutes sleep

leads to a hurried, slapdash start to the day,

to be on time for a job I don’t even want to keep.

Fifteen minutes to be at work on the hour.

Time for a coffee – or – maybe a quick shower.

My clothes are bundled under my arm.

I pull the bedroom door open too fast

into my foot – through my big toe a blast

of pain. Rushing always leads to harm.


On the landing I strip of night time clothes

that gathered sweat, liquid tosses and turns

Now free of those which bound me in my repose

I test the weight on the toe that has begun to burn.

I limp down the stairs into the front

room, open the curtains and my situation becomes brunt.

I’m still naked for the whole street the see,

the sleep that lingers has left me in a haze.

In the view of two neighbours I blush vividly,

a deep hot red that will linger for days.


I quickly draw the curtains to a close

and realise the time is half past eight.

While gathering my things for work I wrestle into my clothes

If more wasted time drips past then I’ll be late.

No time for coffee nor a shower.

I may not be there on the hour.

On with the shoes the bag and headphones too

then grab wallet, mobile, keys and out the door

to greet the eyes of those who saw my floor

show – I dash out of sight, red-faced at quarter to.



It is morning in the wild forests of my mind.

The bark of trees thick with sleep

Yearns for light or the gentle, deep kiss of rain.

The wood behind it creaks,

As if stretching away the stillness night brings.

Nocturnal thoughts scurry for the safety of burrows or nests,

Under the fertile sensible earth,

Or in the pillars of day lit clarity.

Stirrings of the known, chartered and expected territories

Begin to marshal themselves,

Awaiting routine.

Maybe tonight,

I will finish that dream

When my deep dark timberland rustles

Back to life.

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