NaPoWriMo Day 22 – What is Manchester?

Today I’ve opted for the official NaPoWriMo prompt of using metonymy.

Is it a bee?

Is it tea?

Is it a bee eating its tea?

Is it Oasis?

Is it the rain?

Is it euphoria that glides ‘cross your brain?

Is it United?

Is it City?

Is it the pints, the cheers and the ditties?

Is it your hopes?

Is it your dreams?

Is it a place that’s more than it seems.

From Peterloo to the splitting the atom…

it’s Manchester, and it’s fuckin’ smashing!

NaPoWriMo Day 11 – The Path to Self-Love

Today I’ve opted to use the Local Gems Poetry Press prompt of writing about a time I did something against the norm.

It does no good

to dwell on how you hurt me.

But I suppose you’ll never know

how I spared you from an even greater pain.

Your best friend knew you did me wrong

when you cheated with… him.

Yet when she offered to hook me up

with any one of her friends for my leaving party…

I declined.

Unwilling and unable to hurt you in kind.

Courvoisier and peach Snapple

packed a lesser punch than losing you.

Emotional scars and stretch marks are ley lines

on the path back to self-love.