#napowrimo #poetry
And last but not least, here’s today’s optional prompt. In “Ocean,” Robinson Jeffers delivers an almost oracular, scriptural description of the sea not just as a geographical phenomenon, but a sort of being – old, wise, profound, and able to teach those who want to learn. Today, try writing a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught or told you.
Happy writing!
HOME - A SIJO
Built of bricks and mortar in the sixties, with a slate roof.
A communal stairwell painted cream, with black stair rails.
Strong, solid, dark blue fire doors times two, keep me safe inside.
Outside walls decorated with a metal World War One 'Tommy.'
That says a veteran lives here, far from the front line,
Of Northern Ireland's 'Troubles' - a euphemism for civil war.
Windows look out on the tree-lined, grass-verged pleasant crescent.
Squirrels frolic in the communal gardens' trees and bushes.
Two cats inhabit this flat, one black, one black and white 'Tuxie.'
Bringing zen like calm to me, the tenant of this haven.
A sanctuary from the chaos of a world gone mad!
It enfolds me in its quiet strength, inspires me to write poems.
I know its noises, the creak of the floorboard in the hall.
Rain hitting its window panes, wind rattling the roof's rafters.
Yet here is where I healed, grieved my many losses.
Wrapped myself in its silent security,
safe and sound.
I hang the doors with witches' bells and Brighid's crosses.
Cast spells in kitchen and before my altar, with candles lit.
Crystals guard its corners, Dragon's Blood resin its thresholds.
A sign by the front door proclaims *'La bruja está en casa.'
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2026
*La bruja está en casa = The witch is at home.
VIXEN of VERSE 