#ProjectPoetry 5

You don’t know what #ProjectPoetry is? Surely this isn’t the first time you’re reading one of my poems. If it is, then go read the last 4 poems posted under the heading #ProjectPoetry and you’ll have all the explanation you need.

This weeks poem has the theme of animals as chosen by Flat White Concepts

Previous poem by CupcakeMummy here.



Looking past this place
Through the ever mist
Half closed eyes
Jungle, rich and verdant
Breathes a slow echoing rhythm
Only wild things understand

The sun feels the same
Fur gleams warm,
Perched on man laid stone
Or swaying bower

Homage to lithe predator
Lays dormant in sinuous curves
From scythe and claw
From impatient tail
From liquid golden gaze


#ProjectPoetry 4

Previous poem by CupcakeMummy

#ProjectPoetry is a creative writing collaboration between 4 bloggers; GreenLydia, Flat White Concepts, CupcakeMummy and myself.

Every week we each write a poem. The first line of the poem comes from a highlighted line in the previous poets poem.

so without further ado…


To be seen

Mounds of flesh an epiphany
Hands that discover,
In supplication,
Those hidden spaces
Curves and straight planes

Gentle susurration of
Whispered devotions
To clothe skin left too bare
A mind laid naked
A body acquiesces

Reading history in Braille
Staccato of scars and soul
That smooth under confident caress
By intimate alchemy

#ProjectPoetry 3

So, yeah if you’re new to the #ProjectPoetry posts, here’s the skinny.

#ProjectPoetry is a creative writing project written in collaboration by 4 bloggers, a poem a week, 4 weeks.

Each poem starts with a line from the previous poets poem.

My iPad is an asshole and refuses to let me paste hyperlinks to my blog posts so please check the end of this post for a links to the previous poems.



Smile like it’s alright
Hold perfect poise
Don’t let the mask slide

to ease other’s concern
Nothing to see here
Nothing to learn

Learn how to carry it
Curled up
by your eyes
Smile lines can hold a perfect disguise

Though when the mask slips
And the cracks begin showing
You can not be angry at them for

A smile as a mask
A smile as defenses
A smile to hide darkness
A smile

Cupcake Mummy – http://cupcakemummy.wordpress.com/2014/10/04/projectpoetry-round-3/

Flat White Concepts – http://theflatwhiteblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/01/projectpoetry-3/

GreenLydia – http://greenlydia.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/project-poetry-week-3/

#ProjectPoetry 2

#ProjectPoetry is a creative writing collaboration between 4 bloggers; Green Lydia, Flat White Concepts, Cupcake Mummy and myself.

Each week we each post a poem

Each poem is written using a line from the previous poet’s poem.

Click here for the previous poem written by Cupcake Mummy


The rain lashes down
and the rivers run full
A serpentine torrent
breaches it’s banks

The rain lashes down
and the flood water rises
A serpentine torrent
breaches it’s banks

The rain lashes down
rivulets on the window
Replacing drought dust
with mud…

A serpentine torrent
creeps under a door
The rain lashes down
and the rivers run full

A serpentine torrent
took the car and the bed,
a box full of photos,
and you

#ProjectPoetry 1

I have been lax and this poor blog of mine has been ignored in favour of new friends, drawing, life, a new business and other distractions.

My awesome friend CupcakeMummy invited me to join in on a fun little creative writing project, so here we are. I am trying my hand at poetry. My writing stills are as blunt as the EFF in parliament and inspiration is in short supply. Hopefully this will help get the creative juices flowing.

This is a collaborative effort between GreenLydia, Flat White Concepts, Cupcake Mummy and myself. (I am struggling to add hyperlinks from my iPad and will link the other blogs later from my PC)

The idea is that we’ll each write a poem a week. The first line of our poem will be the highlight line from the previous writer’s poem. Cupcake gave me the line: “the hunger to fit in”

Here goes:


Slipping through the cracks

The hunger to fit in
a body that curves in
foreign ways

Fit in a society that leaves
This expansive self

The hunger to belong
without curious glances
or whispers

Do they see how
I drift out around the edges
like smoke

Curling around those hands
that would pack me
in a pretty little box

The previous poems can be found here: