OctPoWriMo Day 28: Hunger

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I’ve followed many of the prompts, and had the double joy of play and discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem to fit this equation:

Prompt: Hunger + Secondary Emotion = Your Poem

Add to HUNGER another, secondary emotion of your own choosing.

Possibilities include






self doubt


(or fetch your own via five minutes of free writing on the theme of hunger.)



    is the






                tom cat

       of the



Yesterday’s poem was epic, so maybe it’s fitting that today’s is a mere 15 words….

But 14 potent words, born of one of my first memories. I was in my crib, walking back and forth running my hand along the rail = I liked the cool smoothness of the plastic bite guard under my fingertips. It was daytime, and I was waiting for my mother to come upstairs and release me from my nap. There was a small high window near the foot of the crib, and, as I looked out the window, I saw Hunger.

Hunger was a local stray, big headed and with prominent ribs – and, back in the early 70s where spaying and neutering weren’t mentioned much, I suppose, he had a seemingly endless appetite for scraps and our tortoiseshell cat, Hudson.

I watched Hunger strut and stalk through our yard, aware of everything around him, and I thought that “Hunger” was the perfect name for him…even as a toddler, words have been a playground for me.

And, even at the age of 45, if someone says the word “hunger”, that beat up, half-starved prowling creature of appetite will be the first image-meaning that slips into my mind…

I’m not sure if the secondary emotion comes through, or is just implied- it’s emptiness, loneliness – and maybe a touch of nostalgia.

Hungry for more OctPoWriMo?


    • It came from one of my first memories, and, at 2 or so, my thoughts were decidedly more simplistic than they are these days. I’m glad the poem reflected that. =D

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