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Aubade Two

Aubade Two

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Dawn sneaks over the hills
Light spills through the vales
And the veils of the window

I see beauty at last
Complicated, unfathomable, mystery
But right and true

Most the world walks by
Seeing a different way
This morning gives me hope

But the light washes out
Shadows darken veils
Traditions bear down

The beauty and the mystery
The reason and the truth
Are left behind again

The door is closed again
As ancient lore and law
Return us to the night

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Timeslips

Timeslips

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Oh, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life
So I can dream and I can find an escape from this strife
So I can soar in the sky where only freedom abounds
Where we can dare to be ourselves and death does not his rounds

But these are dreams that slip away, drained by vampire bites
So we watch every day as they fade like spent candle lights
Sucked away by the days and by the burdens of our lives
Yet in this turmoil of life is where most creation thrives

So, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life

 

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To NaNoWriMo or not NaNoWriMo?

So I have been a bit quiet lately due to lots of reasons, work, kids you name it it’s fallen on my plate.

One of the things has been sorting out a loft. We recently had loft insulation put in so we had to remove everything from the loft and put it in the garage. There it has stayed all summer, waiting for me to get time to put it back. Being an impossible job to get done with the kids around I finally decided – as the weather gets worse and I have nowhere to park the car to take a day off work and get it done.

There was so much! Had to put down some loft legs to lift the new flooring boards above the level of the insulation.  That alone left me with blistered hands! Then I had to lug the boxes from the garage – (not near our house) – and up the stairs.

It was all worth it, though! Sure I can now park the car again in the garage – instead of half a mile down the road.  But that was just the aim. The extra cherry on the cake?

I found something. In sorting out what was in the boxes I found something I thought I had lost.

The plan for the original idea for a book I had many many years ago. I had actually written about 60% of it but abandoned it for a number of reasons. I did not have the confidence then to complete. I also did not really have the skills, the writing is not good. On top of that another series of books came out with a very similar premise and that discouraged me.

What I did do though is a complete plan. Every scene right to the very end of the plot.

The thing about this book is that I do pick it up every now and then and have a read of the bits I did do. Although the writing is not up to what I think I can do now, it still excites me every time I read it. It’s the project I most enjoy.

I have often though about trying to rekindle it – but then get depressed about trying to remember how the story was going to go.

Now? Well now I have the plan!

So an idea is sparking in my mind now. I had said that I would no do NaNoWriMo this year due to the pressures of life.  Also, I have other projects on the go – editing  a short story collection and not to mention that I had thought that if I did do NaNoWriMo this year I felt I should continue with the project I started last year – which only constitutes about half the story. So in theory I could finish that.

However, I still have to figure out the second part of that story. And I have a few weeks of editing to get as much as I can do on the stories.

Whereas – this plan would allow me to write without having to work out where I was going. I intend to rewrite it anyway and I intend to actually rewrite it – not just edit what I had before. I will ignore that and just work from the plan.

There are some major plot points that I need to address, but I might just ignore them for now and adjust them after.

So the question is to NaNoWriMo or not NaNoWriMo?

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A few days off

Having finished National Poetry Writing Month and it being a bank holiday weekend I decided to take a few days off from blogging. And boy does it show. Stats have dropped to zilch, nada, a big fat zero.

But hey – it’s not about the stats – however much I obsess over them. Honest. I am doing this to try to stretch my writing muscles, build my confidence and build a join a community of friendly like-minded people. I have certainly done that.

But I am not taking on any more daily challenges. I will still try to post but on a less regular frequency now. And it will be more of a mix of writing and journal entries hopefully.

I am going to spend some more time on the relaunch of my book and the launch of my second (very different) one. So watch this space.

But talking of journalling  and the bank holiday weekend.

We took the opportunity to get out and about this weekend. We left chores and work and all other plans to one side and had some quality family time. It had to be done on a tight budget but we had a good time. We spent one day in a park, trying to find and photograph as many wild birds and flowers as we could. Didn’t really see many wild birds. Saw quite a few flowers (have no idea what any of them are) and on the trip back we also saw a mangy looking fox roaming the town in broad daylight! The park also had a play ground with a giant slide and a secret tunnel. They boys were in their element – as well as many fallen branches and sticks as could be carried.

Our eldest is obsessed with Minecraft at the moment and decided he was going to collect enough wood to make himself a real life crafting table.

The next day we managed to fond cheap tickets to go and see Home – which I can really recommend for younger kids. They loved it. We then spent the rest of the day down the sea front. The day after was also spent at a fair by the sea.

So it’s been an outside in the sun and wind weekend, and I think it has done us good.

Here’s a few shots from the weekend.

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #23

Hunter

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Amber brown bristles
Fletched true
Sighted
On the smooth straight shaft
Knocked
Creak of wood
And leather
Tense flesh
Strength of arm
Years
Of hard work
Hard life
Peaked
In tense flesh
Aimed

Deep russet red
Undulating tight
Over perfect form
Moving with surety
Strength and grace
Slender neck
Proud eyes
High points
Antlers spectacular

Slow high-speed
Flight
True
Through high trunks
Ancient towers
Sturdy and rough
Flicking leaves
Pungent smell
Of spilt sap
Over lazy ferns

Struck
Sunk deep
In perfect flesh
Deep russet red
Covered in bright
Fresh crimson
Hunter
Has hunted

Dusk
Deep red sky
Flecked with sparks
Orange
Embers fly
On aroma
Of roasted flesh
Venison
Consumed
Hunter sated
For now

Started awake
Cold
Stone and straw
Shit and piss
And chains
A dream
Of a memory
Despite all
A happy dream
Amidst horror
And darkness

Weakness
Flesh wasted
In forgotten depths
Waiting
For nothing
Time drips
Away
Into nothing
Sodden straw

Stronger arms
Clad in chain
Dragged from darkness
Down cold
Stone corridors
Into light
Hammering eyes
Screams and shouts
Hammering ears

Then rope
And wood
Strong scent
Of wet rope
Rough against
Weak neck
And wood
Creaking underfoot
Screams and jeers
A clunk
Freedom from weight
From the wait
Exhilaration
Then……

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #20

Tales

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Tales woven over the air
Tales woven in print
Tell you where and how to belong
And to stay there

This is your tribe
This is your way
Here’s your beliefs
The way to behave

But digital lines
Weave different tales
Social arising
Communities felt

So ancient tellers
Beware of the light
Too fast to contain
With old fashioned lies

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #16

Off prompt again today – In response to some headlines

Mare Nostrum

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Mare Nostrum
We don’t support it
They said
So it is gone
In other words
Let them die
Stopping people dying
Might encourage them to live
And after all
What are they
But the victims of war
And rape and torture
Who wants them cluttering up the place?

A fitting epitaph
Perhaps
For the West

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #15

Off prompt again today – this one came to me last night while filling out adoption paperwork

Rescue

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

From butterflies in spiders webs
To wandering dogs down country roads
These are just some of the deeds
Of rescue
She has done
And of course
She rescued my heart
From certain single life
And ensconced it in
A loving family home

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #14

OK a bit of a cheat – one I had already written – but it fitted the daily prompt so well I had to use it.

Sparrow

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Sparrow, sparrow in my way.
Briefly tell your tale today.
Tell me if my love is dead.
Do I waste the tears I shed?

Briefly now I’ll tell my tale.
Pray your courage does not fail.
You do not waste the tears you shed.
Alas I say, your love is dead.

A sharp, cold sword did spill her blood.
She tried to stem an angry flood.
But peace that day she could not win.
So fearful war will begin.

Thank you bird for being true.
Nothing’s left for me to do.
To take up arms and pursue strife.
Slay the spoilers of my life.

I bid you sir, think awhile.
Turn from this dark path so vile.
Listen to my humble song.
Step not where your lover’s gone.

Just a simple bird am I
But far above this land I fly.
And see its beauty spread below.
See ahead, where you might go.

Lay down your sword with forgiving heart.
Do not tear your land apart.
Still your rage and vengeance cease.
Follow rather a path of peace.

Humble bird I hear your song.
But my love is dead and gone.
So I raise my sword today.
And will make those killers pay.

The enemies that broke my heart.
And now have torn the land apart.
Upon their heads is all this blood.
For I must release the flood.

Then sir, I shall shed a tear.
For the future I do not fear.
Yet for now I swiftly go.
To make way for the crow.

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #13

Missed yesterdays – due to being very very ill. So this is it – and will try to catch up tomorrow

The Ancient Market

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 
There is an ancient market square
Where we all spend our lives
And round and round the stalls we pass
Consuming precious time

The gates are closed to hold us in
While hawkers hawk their wares
Criers cry of doom beyond
The solid steadfast walls

In their towers high above
Lords and ladies gaze
Down upon the writhing mass
And counting out their pay

Where’s the farmer in his field
Where the traveller strange
Where’s the road beyond the gates
Or the key to let us out

So on and on for evermore
We circle round the square
In trenches deep from shambling feet
Beneath the icy stare

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #8

Totally off prompt today – it wasn’t for me.

Deep Sleep

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Trees on the horizon
Fingers accusing the sunset
Shimmering waters deep

The soul of man divided
A fear that never speaks
Darkness encroaches deep

Thunder in the morning
Lightning cracks on high
Rolling sound so deep

Division rends asunder
Lands that had known peace
Now their daughters sleep

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NaPoWriMo Day #7

I am repeating yesterday’s prompt with a different interpretation. As It my son’s birthday and I will probably not be on the computer at all. So this was written in advance 🙂

Aubade Two

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Dawn sneaks over the hills
Light spills through the vales
And the veils of the window

I see beauty at last
Complicated, unfathomable, mystery
But right and true

Most the world walks by
Seeing a different way
This morning gives me hope

But the light washes out
Shadows darken veils
Traditions bear down

The beauty and the mystery
The reason and the truth
Are left behind again

The door is closed again
As ancient lore and law
Return us to the night

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #6

Following the prompt more faithfully today – as it’s a form I have never come across or tried before. And Aubade.

 In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song from a door or window to a sleeping woman.

Which is the interpretation here – though I have an idea for another which I may post tomorrow. Seeing as its my son’s birthday tomorrow so I may skip the prompt.

Aubade

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

I pause at the door
Look down
At the mess on the floor
Think wryly
Don’t trip on my shoes

I don’t want to go
Believe me in that
Some things just cannot be
I hope you find
Happiness one day

I could not say goodbye
I am sorry
The chance was gone
Give the kids
A big hug from me

And cry, if you can
Hate me, if it helps
Feel the shape of the hole
I have blasted
In your heart

And fill it to the brim
And overflowing
With new loves and laughter
The heal and hold
You in his arms

My time is over
I turn away
Compelled
Walking through this door
Unable to refuse the finger of death

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #5

Today’s is only indirectly inspired by today’s prompt. I have not followed the instructions but the prompt led me to read some Emily Dickinson’s poems – which I have never done before. This poem sprung from that fertile land.

Where is My Wine?

By Scott Bailey © 2015

My lips are parched
For the wine
Promised on the air

Where is my wine
To dull the pain
Of waiting

Promises undelivered
From on high
So what now?

Carry on and on
Knowing no other roads
No junctions left

My lips are parched
Where
Did I lose my wings

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NaPoWriMo Day #4

Today’s prompt. Love poems are a staple of the poetry scene. It’s pretty hard to be a poet and not write a few – or a dozen – or maybe six books’ worth. But because so many love poems have been written, there are lots of clichés. Fill your poems with robins and hearts and flowers, and you’ll sound more like a greeting card than a bard. So today, I challenge you to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows.

Only for You

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Only for you
Do I shoulder the collar
I pull the plough and furrow

Only for you
Do I labour all day
To bring the bread and water

Only for you
Do I toil my days
Until my limbs are broken

Only for you
Do I endure the whip
The cursing and the shouting

I could roam free
Over hill and dale
Run through deep green grass

And let the wind blow
Through my mane
And drink fresh mountain tarns

I could follow my dreams
Into the clouds
And fly with birds on high

But I curb my dreams
Relent freedoms sweetness
Shrug the reins back on

But only for you
Only for you

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #3

I have been loosely following the prompts on napowrimo.net today’s was fourteeners.  I can’t guarantee I will stick to the prompts though. I’ll probably wander off on my own path at some point.

Timeslips

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Oh, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life
So I can dream and I can find an escape from this strife
So I can soar in the sky where only freedom abounds
Where we can dare to be ourselves and death does not his rounds

But these are dreams that slip away, drained by vampire bites
So we watch everyday as they fade like spent candle lights
Sucked away by the days and by the burdens of our lives
Yet in this turmoil of life is where most creation thrives

So, give me time, oh, give me time, give me time in my life

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NaPoWriMo Day #2

 

Starlight

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

I was born in fire
In the fiercest whitest heart
I was flung in dying throes
Out into the dark

And through the dark I travelled
Over time you cannot dream
You cannot comprehend
The scales of things I’ve seen

The birth of stars from dust
From cold to burning fire
And then to bloated giants
And back to dust again

The start that swirl together
In hordes you will never count
Swallowed into nothing
Never to get out

Bright white young ones burning
Fast and bright and blue
Until they burst with energy
Too bright for me and you

And clouds like angels wings
Or swirling demons eyes
And flighty comets dying
With sparkling icy cries

All this and much much more
I cannot tell you all
Many many of your lives
Would pass before my tale

But now my time is dwindling
Now my tale must die
I have reached my end
I have reached your eye

 

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NaPoWriMo Day #1

Well that started spectacularly bad.

I was so ill yesterday I didn’t get to post my poem. But I did write it in my head.

So this is yesterdays – today’s I will try to post later.

Jörmungandr

By Scott Bailey © 2015

There once was a grouchy poet

If happy, he sure didn’t show it.

A dragon was curled

Around his whole world

Fire above and fire below it.

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Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry

NaPoWriMo!!!!!

So having conquered NaNoWriMo last year and done a poem a day for a whole year previous to that I have now signed up for National Poem Writing Month – 30 poems in 30 days.

How hard can it be?

Gulp!

Just two kids to look after as well as a mounting work load – hence me writing this at nearly 1:00am.

Still – it will be good to get my poetry head on again.