NaPoWriMo #9 – Oval Plushies

NaPoWriMo 2020, Poetry

Hello everyone! I hope you’re all doing well. Thank you very much to all the new people who have joined me in my journey of writing in this corner of the internet!

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in a shape, and my sister pointed out that all my plushies on my bed are oval shaped. This writing exercise was so fun! I ended up actually not caring about what I was writing and enjoyed creating something in a shape. I highly recommend it!

my sister told me that all of my plushes
are oval shaped.
they sit on my bed,
and i am convinced they
watch me all the time,
their cute oval eyes
going wide at my 
naked body,
like everyone else does. 
but, somedays 
i do really hope they 
are watching me 
hug them as i
fall asleep. 

Woman (+audio🎤)

Poetry, spoken word poetry

Happy International Women’s Day everyone! Sometimes it annoys me that women are treated like amazing goddesses on this day, and praised for being super strong superwomen all the time without people ever actually vouching for change? So, I wrote this poem. Let me know what you think in the comments below! (PS – this may or may not have been inspired by Avatar)

You, woman, are
rising each day to
set each night
even though you know the pain of doing both.
You, woman, are
spreading yourself across continents simultaenously,
and sometimes even into those dark caves,
where no one else will go.
And yes, sometimes you are tsunami, sometimes you are
– good!
Some people deserve to be washed away,
I hope you make them drown.
You, woman, are
built from the mud lain before you,
growing things anew.
It’s a slow process, OK?
You’re still sprouting,
so don’t let anyone walk over you.
And you, woman, are
not a natural wonder or an unnatural disaster,
not divine nor domestic,
not anything you don’t want to be

Quiet voice


The new poems will be based on the Savannah Brown prompts which she gave in the description her write with me video. If you’d like to check them out they’re here.

The first prompt is:

Listen to the quiet voice

Quiet voice

When Time fades, and the clocks melt away,
I want to be right where I am now,
not beside another name, place or day.

together but alone, is how it’s best,
together is where we shall be,
isolated from the rest.

this feeling is our home,
that we have built from the ground up,
the foundations run smoothly,
even if they took long to put up.

within this house is where we shall remain,
listening to the quiet of our voices,
sheltered from all the rain.


This poem was written as part of National Novel Writing Month 2017 [Day 9, Poem #3]