Napowrino day twenty six – Professor bumblebee

Hello hello and welcome to day twenty six. Loved today’s prompt but will revisit in a couple of weeks. Today a colleague and I found a bumblebee and rejuvenated him with sugar water. Love and wings 

       Professor Bumble
(For Ruth who helped save a bumblebee)

We found a semi unconscious bumblebee

Lifeless on the concrete ground

So close to our feet we could we could have trampled him

Without knowing 

If we had not looked down 

If we had not looked down 

And she picked up so carefully 

So motherly 

Carried him as he he was a Chinese emperor being carried in sedan 

Instead of a piece of paper 

And then I watched 

as she crafted a hole 

in a plastic tub so he could breathe 

              a hospital for a bumblebee 

we drip fed him sugar water 

And sat him on the window ledge 

tin the sun 

Warm in the sun

We named him Professor Bumblr 

As he looked like the kind of bee 

who quoted from books 

And slowly he began to revive 

Kick his little feet in temper 

His will to survive – sugar sweet 

We released him on to a yellow 


Professor Bumble smelt the flower

So gently, so gently

It looked as if he easy saying 

Thank you 

Then flew away

flew away 

Napowrimo Day thirteen- The type of place where you find your dream 

Hello hello. How are you?  

I have chosen to use a line in a fortune cookie I got last week when I went for a meal in Manchester China town. 
Day five of the bikram challenge. Namaste x

Hidden in a valley beside an open stream – this is the type of place where you find your dream 

And now for today’s (optional) prompt! The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies. You could write a poem made up entirely of statements that predict the future (“You will meet a handsome stranger”), aphoristic statements (“The secret to getting ahead is getting started)” or just silly questions (“How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?”) Or you could use a phrase you’ve actually received in a real fortune cookie as a title or first line. However you proceed, I hope you will feel fortunate in the results (do you get it? Do you get it? Rimshot, please). Happy writing!

The type of place where you find 

your dream 

Hidden in a valley 

beside an open stream –

 this is the type of place 

where you find your dream 

A fortune cookie 


Can never be un read 

I smile 

Two smiles 

One that presses lips together

The other hidden 


Like the valley

The type of place

Where you will find your dream

You smile too

You have crispy seaweed in your 


Green weeds in the open stream 

That is your mouth 

And  the conversation 

Ebbs and flows 

Like a city street 

On a Saturday night 


With the lights

Switched off 

I brush the cookie dust 

From my fingers 

Listen to the rain 

As it falls on the window

Of this Chinese restaurant 

Watch as the dragon on the wall

Blink in morse code 

Think that this is not the type 

Of place where 

you find your dream 

Napowrimo day twelve – De Anima 

Happy happy Tuesday 

Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index, somewhat in the style of this poem by Thomas Brendler. Happy writing!
This poem was ‘found’ in the extract of the basic works of Ariayotle . Enjoy xx

           De Anima 

The complex of the body and soul 

I read 

But do not understand 


Guessing, just guessing 

Like a breath 

Like a hot sticky breath 

Like the straight line 

You draw with a ruler 

You draw with your finger 

Along my spine 

to count the vertabrae 

Whose number is the dyad 

(Something that consists between two elements or parts)

The soul 

And I become all elements

Fire, earth, water and air 

When you draw a line

Along my spine

With your finger 

 to count the vertabraes 

The tetrad 

(A group or set of four) 

I know I have thirty three vertebrates 

And still

I let you count

So the soul which is moved is not 

My soul which has traveled across 

the countries of pillows and sheets 

Is not 

        Has not moved at all 

Something which goes along with it 

A vehicle 

Movement can only be incidental 


The soul 

A hindrance to bliss 

My soul becomes fire when we kiss 
And so be so, be no unit 

My soul is air 
       The sense of form


No sense at all 

The soul 

The soul

The soul 
      And still I let you count 

Napowrimo twenty six – Snow 

Hello hello. Happy Sunday. How are you? Today’s Napowrimo prompt is to write a persona poem. I’ve spent the day in London watching the London children’s ballet performance of Snow white. I really really want to explore the complex character of Snow White, but as it’s been a day of travel I can only offer a haiku. Love x


Red apple eater 

Beats death with kiss from stranger 

Stained now. Not snow 

Napowrimo twenty one – shipwreck. 

Hello hello and how are you today? Today’s Napowrimo prompt was an erasure poem where you black out words to create a poem. Love 


    shipwreck killed 



overcrowded vessel

The captain and     crew member arrested  

27 survivors


             charged with people trafficking reckless 

multiple homicide 


Body bags 

containing 24 corpses 


There are fears hundreds more were locked in the hold.


current proposals do not go “nearly far enough” 

            Be             Be 

     a stain on the EU