NaPoWriMo Days 9, 10 and 11

I'm not keeping as up to date as I would like, but I am managing to follow the prompts this year.  Anyway, here are my latest offerings:

Day 9 – prompt : Persona Poem

A wedding is announced

I don’t want to complain but it’s always the same,

Me doing all the jobs.

They just couldn’t care and it’s really not fair

They’re useless, uncaring, they’re slobs.

Oh Daddy dear why don’t you hear

They’re spiteful and I really miss mum

That woman is awful and I know that’s is lawful

But she’s only a nasty step-mum.

She dotes on her darlings

(they’re puffed up like starlings)

She bought them new clothes for a ball

She told me to stay, I’d just get in the way

Said I couldn’t go at all.

But fairy godmother came, said what a shame

That I had to stay home alone

She used magic powers and, for a few hours,

I went to the ball on my own.

All went to plan and I met a young man

He’s a prince and a jolly nice fella

Says I’m the love of his life, wants me for his wife

Yes me, little Cinderella.

Day 10 – prompt:  steal a first line from another poet

(Pam Ayres – The Harvest Hymn – first line only!)

Give thanks for the Harvest

All is safely gathered in, the barns are full of grain

Nature now can take a rest and leave off chucking rain

Last year it was hosepipe bans, this year too much water

My house is falling down ‘cos you’ve washed away the mortar

Geraniums did tempt me and I grew them by the score

Uprights and the trailing ones, I had them by the door

But when you summoned rain clouds to dampen earth’s dry land

I think you laid it on too much and things got out of hand

For now my garden’s flooded, in fact, it’s more a stream

With only mud and puddles so I’ll have to change the theme

I wanted plants with colour, red, spicy, orange hot

But you had other plans for me, a water feature’s what I’ve got.

I give thee thanks for harvest time and food to feed us all

And answering last year’s prayers for water when you got the call

But now we’ve had a deluge, it’s brought on my sciatica

Please collect your rain clouds and bung them over Africa.

Day 11 - prompt: use all five senses

Jack Frost 

I heard him cracking at the window

fingers scratching to get in

And watched as his etched his message

In patterns too intricate to copy

As I opened the door he morphed into

Vapour as gentle as a baby’s breath

Covering me with the icy chill

floating in the ether

His smell, caught in my nostrils,

Then froze in my throat

I tasted dampness

And decades past