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In The Act of

glopo2017button2I’ve lost count of
the times I’ve almost
caught you, sneaking
around with the slut
of the month.

You cover your
tracks well. I’ll give
credit where it’s due.
Very few people would
realise you have a secret
life. People see us as the
golden husband and wife.

What would they say if
they knew about your
sneaking around?

You’ve been sleeping
with other women so
long you’ve turned
infidelity into an art.

I never quite catch
you cheating on me.
You’re so good at
playing the game.

I’ve seen you at least
a hundred times,
making your way
through a crowd,
arm in arm with another
woman. You’re both just
a blur of colour, slipping
further away from me.

I’ve come into a room
just in time to see a
naked shoulder slip
out of sight. You look
at me like butter wouldn’t
melt in your mouth.

One day I know I’ll
catch on of your tarts
and it’ll be the end of you.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is my final poem for GloPoWriMo

I used the official prompt: And finally, our final prompt – at least until next year! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo).

I’ve also decided not to enter the MsLexia competition as I’m not willing to pay the £25 entry fee. 

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In The Dark

glopo2017button2He comes for her, when the world is asleep,
she can feel him, in shadows, come to reap.
He whispers in her ear, seductive words,
sets her heart fluttering like a flock of birds.
His voice alone makes her heart leap.

He knows what to say, to pull her in deep,
what promises he can make her keep.
Her memories twist, start to run backwards
and when the world is asleep he comes for her.

He touches her, just once, and she start to weep.
The memory of his rough hands starts to creep.
When he seduces her, she can hear blackbirds
and her memories start to run backwards.
He leaves her, spent and broken in a heap
and when the world is asleep he comes for her.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is for GloPoWriMo

The prompt did nothing for me so I wrote a Rondeau.

 

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The Taste Of You

glopo2017button2I remember how your
salty scent used to fill
me up until you were
the only thing real to me.

I’d put my head between
your legs, take a deep breathe
and inhale you deep into my lungs.

I never grew tired of your smell.

You smelled best when
you were turned on, when
you wanted me to fuck you.

I grew addicted to the taste
of you, the sharp salt on
my eager tongue. I thought
you only tasted that way for
me because you loved me so much.

It never occurred to me that you
tasted like that for all the
woman lured into your bed.

I remember the taste of
your lips the first time
we kissed; they were
wet, ripe, tasted faintly
of strawberries.

I remember the taste
of your tears, when I
found out you were cheating
and told you I was leaving.

I kissed you goodbye
and took a last little
taste of you.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is for GloPoWriMo.

I used the official prompt: Many poems explore the sight or sound or feel of things, and Proust famously wrote about the memories evoked by smell, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores your sense of taste!

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A Woman Plans A Happier Life

glopo2017button2Tomorrow is another
day and things are going
to change for real this time.

I’m going to stop eating
so much. It doesn’t make me
happier and just make me
fatter and more tired.

I will find a new job
and really try this time.
I’ll search every day,
contact agencies and
get in touch with old friends.
I WILL make it happen.

I’ll stop taking my lover
for granted, assuming
she’ll just be there.
I will tell her every
day how much I love her
and how much her support means.

I will start a bullet journal
and write down every day
something that made me smile.

I will open the curtains
and let the light in.

I will go and see a doctor
if the old, dark suffocating
feeling comes back.

I will stop letting every little
failure devastate me. I will
find something positive in
not succeeding.

I will make a list of
things I’m good at,
things I’ve achieve and
look at it every day.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is for GloPoWriMo.

This is for my MsLexia competition entry. 

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What Sets Humans Apart

glopo2017button2I’ve been secretly observing
these fascinating creatures for
centuries. I’ve never seen a
species quite like it.

There’s nothing else like
them in this whole galaxy.

I lose complete track of time
when they’re on my radar.
My wife gets cross with me.
She doesn’t understand my obsession
with what she calls ‘those fleshy freaks’.

Human resilience is the most
fascinating thing about them.
There is no species in this world
so capable of overcoming adversity.

Humans do terrible things to each other.

My wife quite likes them when they
start tearing each other apart
and blowing one another up.

She sat with me every day,
munching some baby bones
while I was watching the Iraq War.
She had a great old time, cheering
on the baddies.

Anyway, I digress.

Humans do terrible things to
each other. I’ve never seen another
special with such cannibalistic tendencies.
Young humans tease each other.
Sometimes they’re violent.
Young men and women can inflict
such hurt. Men batter the women
they claim to love. Gang attack
each other. Sometimes humans
hate each other so much they go to war.

They’re quite a violent species when all is said and done.

It doesn’t matter what awful thing happens,
humans find a way to get over it, pick
themselves up and get on with it.

They never stay down for long.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is for GloPoWriMo

I used the official prompt: Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.

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Lists Of Blessing To Count

glopo2017button2You have
a job when
many others don’t.

You get to
fall asleep in someone’s
arms every night.

You finally started
the diet you’ve been
planning to for decades.

The cold, dark winter
is gone, the lighter
days have finally arrived.

You’re about to
start an exciting, brand
new chapter in your life.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is for GloPoWriMo

This is another poem for my MsLexia Pamphlet Competition Entry. 

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The Space I Could Finally Breathe In

glopo2017button2The cupboard under the
stairs in the house where
I grew up, was the only
place I could be myself.
The place I always ran to.

The world faded every
time I closed the door
and opened the covers of my book.
The sneering voices faded,
the cruel laughter, the endless jibes.

I could be anyone else
in the cupboard, go anywhere
and do whatever I liked.
My tormenters could never
reach me. The whole world was mine.

I took off my public mask,
peeled off layers of sadness
and grew a brand new skin.
My cupboard was as big as Narnia,
a place where I conquered dragons.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is for GloPoWriMo

I used the official prompt: And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.

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Twelve Steps To A Happier You

glopo2017button2Count to ten,
take a deep breathe when you feel angry,
make a list of things that make you happy,
eat more chocolate in moderation.
have a hot shower every day,
go for a walk when the sun is out,
thank people for compliments,
ignore people who make cruel remarks,
counteract negativity with positivity,
always do your best,
accept you can’t be perfect all the time,
give yourself a break
and know your own limitations.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is also for GloPoWriMo

This is anbother poem for my MsLexia Pahmphlet Competition entry. 

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A Young Prince Learns A Valuable Lesson

glopo2017button2Prince Valiant
thought he was
all the rage,
everyone adored him.

He roamed the
land, border to border,
rescuing fair maidens,
seducing them with fancy words.

Prince Valliant’s loyal
horse suffered a
great deal, forced every
day to carry a buffoon on its back.

The young prince,
never spared a thought
for the poor animal,
forcing it to keep moving.

One day the horse had enough.
When the prince was in the
middle of a ‘hero’ speech’
the horse kicked him in the face.

Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott

This is for GloPoWriMo

I used the official prompt: Last but not least, our (optional) daily prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem of ekphrasis — that is, a poem inspired by a work of art. But I’d also like to challenge you to base your poem on a very particular kind of art – the marginalia of medieval manuscripts. Here you’ll find some characteristic images of rabbits hunting wolves, people sitting on nests of eggs, dogs studiously reading books, and birds wearing snail shells. What can I say? It must have gotten quite boring copying out manuscripts all day, so the monks made their own fun.

The image above is the one that inspired the poem.