I am Poet of the Week!
Tada!
I am honoured and privileged to be the crowned Poet of the Week for the W3 Poetry Prompt #127.
I look forward to reading and enjoying all poems submitted to W3 Prompt #127: Wea’ve Written Weekly. I hope you join in!
The prompt guidelines
Create a poetic scene, based on this imagery:
•It is early morning. You get out of bed and go to the window.
Consider these questions:
• How do you get out of bed? Do you crawl, climb, jump, etc.?
• What do you see from the window?
• How do you feel?
• How do you begin this day?
• What lies ahead?
You may write the poem in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd person.
After five days, when the prompt closes, the PoW shall select one participant’s poem as the W3 prompt for the following week, and its author becomes the next PoW.
Here’s the poem I wrote in response to my prompt! I hope you enjoy it!
Eergh! The alarm clock rang!
Shouting me awake—
Shocking me from my slumber—
For heaven’s sake!
I hurl it across the bedroom floor—
The clock hits the door,
There’s a Clang and a Clatter!
Something inside its works go Twang!
Oh dear! What’s the matter?
I’ve inflicted some harm!
Cogs and wheels scatter,
No cause for alarm (notice the pun here?)
It doesn’t matter.
I prise my eyes open,
In a hope I will see…
Some coffee brewing
For me,
But nope, He’s still snoring.
I must get up,
Drag myself out of bed,
Make coffee (or tea)
Pour it in a cup,
Go for a wee…
I stumble out of bed,
Pull back the curtains,
And see… A sparkling new dawn!
I breathe it in deep;
Rub my eyes of their sleep,
Stretch, scratch my head, Yawn.
There is a mumble,
From somewhere back in the bed,
“Morning my darling,
Did you say tea?
Is that what you said?”
I gaze through the glass,
At the dew on the grass,
He stretches his arms wide,
and lets out a sigh,
“Who’s making the tea?
Is it you or is it I?”
He shuffles across the floor…
scratching his backside,
I love you, he murmurs,
Kissing my neck,
“By heck!
Look, there’s a fox
on the lawn,
chasing a hare!”
I think summer’s ending…
There is frost in the air,
A chill in the dawn…
He opens the door (and with an aside)
whispers,
“I’ll put the kettle on,
My love,
My sweet.”
“That’s a treat,” I say,
watching the view…
I breathe on the glass,
And write in the mist,
I Love you, too.
I smell a wafting aroma of coffee and tea,
And listen to the sound of cups clank on a tray,
I see the fox is still chasing—and the hare runs ahead, and away,
Then I turn right around
And I tidy the bed.
Lesley Scoble, October 2024
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
Thank you, David, The Skeptics Kaddish, for hosting your inspirational W3 Poetry Prompts.
Thank you, Nolcha Fox, for choosing my poem, On the Tip of my Tongue, and crowning me Poet of the Week.
Last but not least, thank you dear reader for reading my poem.
Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright, (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.
LesleyScoble.com 
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