April felt the end was near
She heard it coming in her ear.
But no matter how close it was
She slept and slept and slept.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a different style of poem each day about a woman called April.

April was a fan of nature
Not too much else really pleased her.
Trees and flowers and dogs and cats
They all made her smile and that’s that.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a different style of poem each day about a woman called April.

April so wished for the worst for him,
For his mother and father and precious next of kin.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a different style of poem each day about a woman called April.

April had questions.
Why do you love me? Why do
you love me? Why do you? Why?

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a different style of poem each day about a woman called April.

April wanted nothing but the best so called the professionals, the pros, the ones with fancy clothes. The guys with the hats, big lats and polished baseball bats. They zoomed to her house and stood by the door. They didn’t know what for, but that didn’t matter. Their job wasn’t to chatter. It was to be on guard. To be strong. To ensure nothing went wrong.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – a different style of poem each day about a woman called April.