Archive for April, 2017

Hay Fever Spring

Posted: April 30, 2017 in Uncategorized

Napowrimo, Day 30 and it’s the final day, I did it! The prompt is to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo).

Hay fever Spring

So here it comes

The season of bloom

A rainbow of colours

Scattered among petals

Carried on the wind

Everything is full and lush

A variety of greens

Natural artistic beauty

Decorating the earth

But with Spring

Comes the seed

Carried and spread

By our friends the bees

But these seeds

Can itch, irritate and tickle

Make you sneeze

This season is fickle

You don’t know

How a new day will be

Is the pollen high

Will you be able to breath

We need this nature

For our world

But we just wish

Hay fever wasn’t unfurled


By Katie Haigh

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Photo by Katie Haigh




Posted: April 29, 2017 in Uncategorized

Napowrimo, Day 29 and . Today’s prompt is to take one of your favourite poems and find a very specific, concrete noun in it. After you’ve chosen your word, put the original poem away and spend five minutes free-writing associations – other nouns, adjectives, etc. Then use your original word and the results of your free-writing as the building blocks for a new poem. I chose “Dulce et Decorum est” by Wilfred Owen. His poetry started by love of poetry at school.
Noun: Drowning

Associated words: Overwhelmed, suffocating, submerged, overpower, gasping, overcome, swallow up, engulf, swallow up, devour, can’t breath, panic, struggling, survival instinct, sinking.


Sinking into the deep,

A watery black hole engulfs her.

Her arms flap,

Trying to free herself,

As her lungs fill with water.

She gasps for breath,

Desperately trying to survive.

Her eyes are washed away with terror.

Her heart is racing,

So fast, she feels like it’ll explode.

She’s falling deeper and deeper,

She sees the light extinguish.

Her body becomes heavy,

As she lets go,

Accepts her fate.

No one is coming to save her.

She closes her eyes,

and let’s the darkness come.

By Katie Haigh

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Photo by Katie Haigh


Napowrimo, Day 28 and the prompt is to write a Skeltonic VerseVerse are simple.

Keep the line lengths between three and six words.

Every end word rhymes with the last until you start a new set of rhymes

Keep the same rhyme until it starts to lose its energy/impact.

The poem should have energy and be fun.

The Unstable Mind of a Writer

How do I write,

When my head is so tight?

Try as I might,

The words are quite right.

Poetry is hard,

When my thoughts are scarred.

I’m in a literacy junkyard,

In need of a wordsmith lifeguard.

So I go with the flow,

Write what I know.

Where will my words go?

I dunno.

Maybe over rainbow,

Or to a whole new place,

Where words I’ll embrace.

Il discover my inner space,

And with poetry I’ll interface.

By Katie Haigh

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Artwork by Ashleigh Haigh, age 16, Isabelle, age 10 and Lola, age 9

Tasting Anxiety 

Posted: April 27, 2017 in Uncategorized

Napowrimo, Day 27 and the prompt is to write a poem that incorporates taste. I’ve done my own twist on this.

Tasting Anxiety

It’s a bitter pill,

I taste.

It sticks to my tongue,

Like a blanket of disappoint,

It lodges in my throat,

Restricting my airways.

I can’t breathe!

It’s vile flavour,

Coats my mouth,

Refusing to absorb,

Defiantly it grips me,

Making my nerves fray,

My mind rush,

My heart chase,

It leaves a black cloud,

Hovering over my head.

But you can’t see it,

Feel it or taste it.

It’s my pill to take.

I have no choice,

Take it I must.

By Katie Haigh

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Photo/ Quote by Katie Haigh


Napowrimo, day 26 and here’s the 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.

Why Do Human Beings Poison Themselves?


Human beings are funny creatures,

They really are quite strange!

They inhale deadly poisons.

For this,

Numbered papers they exchange,

And on the box,

Are grotesque images,

Harmful hardened shocks.

But still they smoke these poison sticks,

They just can’t get enough.

Then they drink,

Poisoned liquid,

Damaging themselves inside.

They also eat altering chemicals,

Which will increase their body’s size.

We watch on,

Observing in secret,

The lives of the human race.

But we cannot understand,

Why you treat yourself with disgrace.

You really do have potential,

You could unlock your mind,

You could achieve so much more,

If you gave yourself the time.

So we’ll keep watching,

Waiting patiently.

For the day your willing to change.

So when your finally ready,

The niceties we’ll exchange.


By Katie Haigh

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Artwork by Ashleigh Haigh


A Magical Place

Posted: April 25, 2017 in Uncategorized

Napowrimo, Day 25, only five days to go and the prompt today is to write a poem that explores a small defined space, e.g a childhood bedroom, a box you keep old photos in etc..

A Magical Place



In my room

Is a magical place

Where I can go

When I want to escape

I climb in the cupboard

And close the door

Then zap

I’m not in my room anymore

I’m far away

In a magical land

With mythical creatures

Black and blue sand

My dolls and teddies

Come to life

Join me on my journey

Where adventure is rife

I take in my cushions

and blankets to cuddle

So when the adventures done

With my friends I can snuggle

Then back out of the cupboard I climb

From the land of imagination

I can’t wait till next time

There’ll be another adventure

Another story as well

And it’s my secret place

So please don’t tell

By Katie Haigh

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Photo by Katie Haigh


Beware False Profits 

Posted: April 24, 2017 in Uncategorized

Napowrimo, Day 24 and the prompt is 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.



Beware False Profits



A false profit

Dictates to the masses

The cans and cannots of life

He is a wolf in sheeps clothing

He leads the innocence to death

And they willingly flock to him

Unaware of the danger

Until some start to disappear

Nothing left but feathers

Floating on the wind

Then suspicion grows

They suspect deception

They suspect murder

So mob rule ensues

They hunt down the false bishop

String him up

As an example

To those who choose

To deceive, to hurt, to destroy

The beliefs of the flock


By Katie Haigh


Reynard the Fox Disguised as a Bishop (a later image shows the fox being hanged by these same attentive birds)