U – Uninvited
Uninvited is a short poem that came from a prompt. I’m afraid I can’t remember what the prompt was but most likely something creepy.
Wooden floorboards creak,
the wind blows,
bedroom door bangs closed.
She buries her head under the pillow;
heart ticks loud as fear grows.
U – Upwords
Upwords is another poem that I wrote about Mum. I wrote this earlier in the year following a prompt at a uni seminar when I had to look back at something I missed doing with a loved one.
The majority of my poetry and prose writing is fiction but occasionally I shift into a little bit of life writing.
A seven-letter word,
Mum lifts the tiles
we nibble on chocolate peanuts
and raisins, chat about TV soaps,
children, anything goes.
Letters build walls
on the Upwords board,
a challenge we adore,
Opens – Closes,
defines words, true or false.
Who wins today?
Me or Mum?
A treasure I hold forever in my heart.
You have such lovely poems to remember Mum by.Great tributes.
Thank you, Maureen and for your part in feedback on them.