Phantom Lover

Benita First Baby unveiling etc 167

Phantom Lover


Why wake a gal like this?

Such surprise

And delight!


Hold me close

Dear husband

All through the night.


You had been gone

Two full years

When on this night

You returned.


Hold me close

Dear husband

All through the night.


Though I yearn

For the real

Flesh and blood

Of your body, my love.


What we shared

That one lonely night

Such a surprise

And delight.


Benita Kape © 8.8.2018


Unseen Things. Thanks for the invite Jilly.


Tease and Torment – NaPoWriMo, day twenty-eight – prompt Skeltonic verse

storm clouds

Storm clouds over my street – southern hemisphere in May

Tease and Torment


Every awful wet day

the cruel month of May

will heavily out-weigh

the short and the stray

of autumn’s fresh breeze.

winter’s cool auxiliaries

chasing us all overseas;

we love the Hawaii’s.


Or we might travel on

to China or Taiwan.

Come with me, Juan,

I wish to prolong

a happy arrangement;

promising it well spent

tease and torment

cancel every dissent.


I see you are willing

Our hearts spinning

place of good feeling.

Good times are building

our cup is over-brimming

Nothing is missing.

Nothing is missing.

Nothing is missing.

Benita H. Kape © 27.4.2017

And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem using Skeltonic verse. Don’t worry, there are no skeletons involved. Rather, Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse). The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se. The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another. Here is a good explainer of the form, from which I have borrowed this excellent example:


Any Time of Day – GloPoWriMo 2017 – Day Four – Enigma


Any Time of Day

I am slippery

I am smooth

And I am top


I am made of paper

I have songs to sing

I am in a folio


I am three in the wind


I am curved in places

I am a modern innovation

I’m always on the bottom


I am made of paper

I have stories to tell

I am a favourite of lovers

Any time of day

Some would do without me

Some would not


Sometimes I cover the ground

I am old as trees

Sometimes you see through me

Or sometimes, the broad view

Through the trees

And I will come to mind

Sometimes I am rain


I am made of paper

I have songs to sing

Sometimes, I am three in the wind

Sometimes, I am rain


Benita H. Kape © 4.4.2017



Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle, but not necessarily a riddle of the “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” variety. You could choose a word, for example, “yellow,” and make everything in the poem something yellow, but never actually allude to their color. Or perhaps you could closely describe a famous physical location or person without ever mentioning what or who it actually is.


NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 19 – Write a Landay – I Will Kick Him Out

I    Will   Kick   Him   Out


With stealth, his first after life visit.

How did he get under the covers to make our lovers tryst?


I weep for I am no longer surprised.

It is too much to wish for, for fear he will not come.


For fear he will not come tonight.

I break out in a sweat, the nights he is here, the nights he is not.


He never comes when others are in the house.

I will kick him out of my bed if I grow tired of him.


Do you believe this? I asked my friend.

I believe everything and nothing of what you tell me she said.


Benita H. Kape © 20.4.2015