Day 20 of NaPoWriMo is all out of order. I slept ten hours and rose late for me. It was sunny. So that dictated doing laundry. Also, I had the lines of a completely other poem going through my head as I was waking, so I jotted that draft down before I would forget, as I drank my first cup of tea. So here I am well past lunchtime getting down to the the daily promp for posting . And although I am sort of writing according to spec, I feel as if I am colouring a bit outside the lines. Rather than concentrate on a single item, I found myself in list poem land. Or maybe it is a litany of (handmade) small and great gratitudes.This was the actual (optional) prompt.
Today, in gratitude for making it to Day 20, our (optional) prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. It could be a friendship bracelet made for you by a grade-school classmate, an itchy sweater from your Aunt Louisa, a plateful of cinnamon toast from your grandmother, a mix-tape from an old girlfriend. And whatever gift you choose, we wish you happy writing!http://www.napowrimo.net/
Handmade Once, a Celtic knot clock. Several hand painted silk scarves, and crocheted woolly ones, too. A Technicolor Joseph’s coat shawl way back in the early 1970s. A cover to keep my iPad toasty. Jars of pumpkin chutney. Blackberry jam and apple jelly. Chocolate chip cookies. Knitted coffee mug cosies. The meals my mother made daily decade after decade, casseroles from leftover ham at Easter, and tuna melts on Fridays when I got off the bus from college. My father’s hand as he touched my mother’s shoulder. She turned towards him and let me in. Copyright© Bee Smith, 2020. All rights reserved.