Better never than late.
At 7:36pm GMT, 1st April I received an email lauding the writing phenomenon National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). Some clever American writers, it seems, got savvy and have brought the (all too often hermetic) writing community together for a challenge.
The gambit is simple: 30 poems in 30 days – no matter how crap, proof-read or clichéd. I thought, ‘that’s something for me’. So, I broke my blog V, audaciously stole the challenge’s sultry acronym, and set up shop to fire-up FiNaPoWriMo.
(Fionn’s National Poetry Writing Month Blog)… imaginative, I know.
With luck, we can roll some metrical turds in glitter or uncover one gem of a line to be going home with.
I etched this expo out and drafted a quick poem, so as not to fall behind the herd. It is hackneyed, the premise is simple, but it is the alpha. To make this more fun than ventricle atrophy I’ll probably throw in a Tyler-Durden-Haiku or a limerick on the lazy or busy days. In my inaugural year, I hope you enjoy some (ultra) amateur poetry. Feedback, email or tweet. Let’s get the ball-pen rolling.
Fionn Coughlan-Wills.
02/04/13
Fionn Wills 