WPC: Rise or set?

I must tell you something before April 1st gets here, or nobody is going to believe it.

For some deeply hidden reasons I have signed up for


which stands for National/Global Poetry Writing Month, which is April, which starts tomorrow.

I have promised (to myself, mostly) to write one poem every day, so be warned. I further promise not to cheat and really write one every day, not more in advance or something. I shall include at least one photo per post (or more, if it’s Thursday – doors! – or if I feel like it). Just so you know.

My poems will ideally be — what’s the word — nah. I’m not promising anything. We shall see.

Something is bound to come out of it: either a star will rise or the sun will set. (Hint hint to the WPC photo challenge. I better do this today too. From tomorrow I’ll be too busy.)

But first, I need to practice. As you will see, a “poem” is a stretchy subject. Here is one based on the film I saw last night. It simply blew me away. It was directed by Kate Shortland. Its title is my title as well:

Berlin Syndrome

You know we live in an ugly world
when the girl is still alive
only because the director is a woman.
A man would have killed her already
or at least served himself.

But it’s bad.
Uuuuu, how bad it is.

He has her locked
in a secure flat.
Secure for whom, I wonder.
And you know
it’s not going to get any better
when he brings her a puppy.
From experience.
Haneke would kill it.
Fincher would place its body parts
for her to find them.

I look at my pup sideways.
He is sleeping on the sofa unaware.
I get up and lock the door.

This man has something in his eyes
that every woman knows.
From experience.
We see it sometimes in our fathers,
policemen, husbands.

We look away. We move away.
We go aroooound it
like when you spot a crazy driver
and do whatever you can
to either leave him far behind
or – which is more common
because it’s safer, I suppose –
stay way back yourself.

Let him win, advance, promote.

Men make films where they let IT loose
because you gotta do it somewhere safe
they say.

A woman makes her paint her nails
with the nail-polish she finds
instead of throwing it in his face
creating a bomb with it
writing HELP on the glass window.

A woman made this film
as a warning, sure,
but also as a reminder
that the door needn’t be locked
for us to stay put.

Call it Berlin Syndrome.
There is a wall
but we don’t cross it.

If the only good
that comes from this film
is one man calling it
“yet another reason why
you should not go
travelling around Europe,”

I take it.
Uuuuu, how I take it.

Don’t come to Europe.
It’s full of women.

In other news, an error, but not really:

“The pastor at the Baptist Church is actually called Chris and he’s got to get up for a sunrise service at 6.30am on Easter Sunday. His predecessor didn’t manage to get up for the service last year.”

Happy rising, setting and Easter!

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Rise/Set

26 thoughts on “WPC: Rise or set?

  1. The sunrises and sunsets are gorgeous (especially Piran, as you note). Speaking of notes, there is no way on earth I will be able to read or comment on a poem a day, but don’t think I don’t like ya anyway! (Also, can you remind me where you are in Italy? Heading there soon, but am highly doubtful of my ability to stray from our route …)

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    1. Hehhe, Lexi, thanks for telling it straight. 😉 I will understand if some regular visitors step aside for a bit this month. Even though my poetry is almost just words on top of each other instead of in a straight line.

      I am in Capalbio Scalo, the southernmost tip of Tuscany, half way between Siena and Rome. You are welcome to send me an email when you are relatively close, it’s the surest way that I’ll see it fast. I’m willing to drive up to 2 hours in any direction to meet you. 🙂 (Ah, damn it, make that 3!) And April is fully empty visitors-wise. I just need to write my daily poem before I go hihih.


      1. Will keep you posted! Not at all sure of our route up through Tuscany, and I will be “encumbered” with two generations of company – elderly parents and youngest son – perhaps not the ideal arrangement for spur-of-the-moment blogger meet-ups! 🙂

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  2. The poem made me shaky. Chris made me laugh. Thank you for putting him last. If the poem had been last, I’d still be shaking. America is full of women, too. 😦

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    1. Ohh, yes. This film is shaky-making and needs all the warnings. Especially if one is home alone. (Okay, discounting bestia because he is a slipper-bringing watch dog.) I’m sorry to make you shaky, Kara. Quick, some cocoa and a blanket and all dogs on bed. ❤


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