CUSTARD WIND
A cold, north-easterly has blown my Christmas pudding cold.
MOOR-GALLOP
Emily Brontë runs from a sudden squall on the moors.
ROKE
The fog is so thick even the trees can’t see each other.
DINDEREX
A thunder-axe of lightning bolts across the countryside.
RAINING OLD WOMEN AND STICKS
The nosy old neighbour watches heavy rain from behind her curtains.
HURLY BURLY
The weird sisters are raising a hurricane again.
PARKY
You’ll need more than a Parker with a furry hood.
A SCORCHER
So hot we’re still complaining.
PICKING
A guitarist evokes the light rain of summer in a gentle arpeggio. Relief!
Kim M. Russell, 11th April 2024
It’s Thursday, day eleven of Na/GloPoWriMo, and we are writing either monostichs, one-line poems, or poems made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments. Inspiration comes from Joe Brainard’s poem ‘30 One-Liners’ and Frank O’Hara’s ‘Lines for the Fortune Cookies’.
writing in north norfolk 
This is so painfully accurate! A very fun poem
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This is delightful ! I particularly enjoyed the custard wind.
And the scorcher. Mwah!
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Thank you so much!
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They combine to give me a great feeing of the place.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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What a beautiful collection of monostiches — despite the British weather! 😉
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Thank you kindly, Elizabeth!
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A great opening line about the north easterly. Custard. Lovely all the way to the end. Thanks.
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Thank you, Selma!
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What fun and creative antics, like a one act play.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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A really fun poem Kim❤️
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Thanks Mich!
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