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Kymm In Barcelona's avatar

That’s a beautiful poem, Kim. Thanks for talking about it here. 💜

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Ann Grant's avatar

Thank you Kim, I love reading your insights. I will try NaPoWriMo again this year, last few times I tried I haven’t got to the end but I haven’t tried for a few years, I’ve been preferring to read other people’s. Time to get stuck in again. Love you ❤️❤️ and love you too Clare ❤️❤️

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Kim Moore and Clare Shaw's avatar

I've had a few years where I've ran out of steam about two thirds of the way through Ann...I think gesturing towards it is equally valid :)

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Charlotte Ansell's avatar

I love this poem Kim and what an ending! Also the Keith Leonard one- thanks for sharing and for your astute reflections on the inequality of responses to parenting!

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Kim Moore and Clare Shaw's avatar

Ha thanks Charlotte. The other thing that drove me mad was Park run - Chris would push Ally round in the pram so I could have a 30 minute run on my own and get loads of compliments and attention for doing so - did I get people cheering me when I pushed the pram the other 6 days of the week?? NO!

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Charlotte Ansell's avatar

Sooo infuriating! but sadly so common- I feel your pain. My husband has been an utterly devoted father and i'm very grateful that he is but yes he gets disportional praise for it too!

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Caitlin Kendall (she/her)'s avatar

This is very lovely and I relate so much to what you're saying,which is definitely a source of inspiration in itself. I once wrote a tiny poem on this very theme - it came to me in the shower 😂

My poetry is a dandelion in the cracks

Of life, deep rooted, squeezed

In between the stones, the blocks

Of mother, teacher, wife

Little moments of natural beauty, flowering

Ideas germinated in my mind, scrappy

But beautiful, their yellow faces shine.

🧡🧡🧡

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Kim Moore and Clare Shaw's avatar

Hi Caitlin, yes I think this is the beautiful thing about poetry - it can fit into those gaps! Prose I feel as if I have to have a bit more room for....

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Rachel Burns's avatar

What a lovely post - I loved your abecedarian it reminded me when I was juggling writing as a mum with a baby & a toddler while doing a shadow TV writing scheme - a week before the deadline for script delivery they both got chicken pox. And now juggling again this time with work, health problems and the baby & toddler are teenagers with SEN going through GCSE's and A-Levels. Totally forgot NaPoWriMo so thanks for the reminder.

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Elizabeth Osmond's avatar

Thankyou Kim!

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Beth Daley's avatar

I love this poem, I think you're right the form really suits a parenting theme. I've never done napowrimo. I might give it a try as I've just finished a novel manuscript and need to get into a new headspace! Do I have the stamina though???

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Kenneth's avatar

Hi Kim,

Thanks for this morning’s challenge. I find it hard to resist.

Here’s my ABC poem with three lines blanked in response to your caveat.

One of these each day in April, really would be a challenge.

Ken

Fading Light

After it goes dark, especially in winter,

Back I go to the old days when

Cold weather didn’t matter and

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Going out is not what it was, pubs have gone,

Houses, four bedrooms and more, demolished,

In their place even bigger piles rise up;

Jam spreads but never very far.

Keep an eye on the bigger, faster cars,

Lined up outside Michelin 4 Star places

Made for fat cats to feed their faces

Now, they know they can stay

Or bolt to a tax haven if Ms Reeves

Possibly gets tough and shows some pluck

Questioning the protection the rich enjoy,

Raising hopes a fairer society is still in play,

Stemming our fears she doesn’t give a fig

To level the most uneven ground,

Uncomprehending of the disappointment

Vaulting over all the hopes many voters had;

Why not repost the Manifesto to remind them what it said,

Xerox the many promises that taste like ashes.

Yesterday now seems so long ago;

Zero really means they count for nought.

© Kenneth Franklin

22 March 2025

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