I am skipping around on the napowrimo website, using prompts from one day in another and generally making it up as I go. I do really want to try the epithalamion, so that may occur at some point. My song was by Wet Wet Wet on the day of my birth, and I couldn’t really get into that so I’ve left that one.
But for post five I’ve gone for the blues prompt, I wanted to combine the unexpected with the ordinary. Here’s what I’ve got:
I’ve a feeling those sunflowers aren’t gonna grow
A feeling those sunflowers aren’t gonna grow
Those seeds are cold buried neath the patio
I don’t think they take kindly to all that cement
They’re not taking kindly to that cold cement
If I thought it would help I would pitch a tent
And nourish them with water, with hot house air
That I’d deliver through a pipe and some special designed vent
Could nourish them with water and some hot house type air, or
Perhaps if I cut up the neighbour and stuck them deep
Cut them into tiny pieces and stuck them deep
The roots would pull it up into their seed’s sleep.
We’d get blood coloured petals in the summer still to come
Blood coloured petals in the summer still to come
No more picking up next door’s fag ends in that sunny sun.
I did have in mind the Strange Fruit Billie Holiday song when I was writing, and the darkness of that.