Summer Swim

To be honest, the set of words Rebecca gave me weren’t anywhere near the hardest she’s given me, but it’s still taken me a while to get around to using them in a poem. It’s summer here in Australia, and  this means that when I looked at the word ‘lazy’ I immediately thought of lazy afternoons at the beach. So here’s what I came up with.

20170112_162907Summer Swim

Summertime

And I am lazy

Smell of sunscreen

Fills the air.

A thousand bushflies

Drive me crazy

As I make  my way

Down there.

I plunge myself

In cooling ocean

Feel inertia

Wash away.

Flies have vanished

No devotion

To watery fun

They’d rather stay

Beachside where they’ll

Leave their print

On backs of sunsoaked

Sandbound teens

Who’ve left the water

For a stint

Of games, or food,

Or magazines.

 

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)

Ghost train on platform 2

A spooky poem for 31 October. (Sally gave me the prompts GHOST, ALMOST and USE.)

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GHOST TRAIN ON PLATFORM 2

At 6.05
the ghost train pulls in to platform 2
but there’s no getting on
and there’s no getting off.

Maryanne scans the station
until she finds the woman with the pram.
Though she knows it’s no use, Maryanne knocks at the window —
“hello? hello?”
The baby looks up, alert.
He kicks his legs.
As the train pulls away Maryanne stares;
she’s almost sure …
next time.
Next time.

© Rebecca Newman, 2016

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Family Hound

It’s only been a few days since Rebecca gave me a new set of words, and I surprised myself by knowing instantly what to do with them. Maybe because this was an easier set than last time (when she gave me Shakespearean words) or maybe my muse was just having a good day.

The words she game me where am, spot and slip. As soon as I read them I had an image of a spotty dog. slipping and sliding around. Which lead to this:

I am Spot

Dotty hound

Grotty hound

Sometimes tangly

Knotty hound

 

I am Spot

Slippy hound

Yippy hound

Sometimes wet and

Drippy hound

 

I am Spot

Leapy hound

Creepy hound

Sometimes tired and

Sleepy hound.

 

I

am

Spot.

 

(Poem Copyright Sally Murphy, 2016)

Thanks for the words, Rebecca.

Hope

It’s been so long since Sally left words for me that you will have forgotten what the words were.

Here they are: HOPE SCULPTURE EDGY CONTEMPORARY.

And here’s the resulting poem, called ‘Hope.’ (I found this word combo the hardest Sally has given me. But I’m sure she would say that I deserved it after the Shakespearean tag I gave her earlier … )

HOPE

Where the shadow of the house meets the lavender pots
is a contemporary sculpture made from boots.
Out in the street someone calls, come on!
but the boys are edgy —
they’ve done this before.

They pull boots from the pile
and shake them
and hope the cobwebs are old.

© Rebecca Newman, 2016

Rebecca’s Words Are Nothing Like the Sun

When Rebecca gave me my last set of words, I called her a bad name (not to her face, of course). The words she chose for me were ‘methinks’, ‘it’ (a nice one) and ‘vouchsafe’. Selected from her new Shakespearean words kit, there was little I could do with them but attempt a sonnet. So, her you have my lowly attempt (which is not actually a Shakespearean sonnet because I cheated with the rhyme pattern).

 

Methinks my friend Rebecca is too smart

For her own good – and mine – it breaks my heart.

She challenges to me write but gives me rules:

I must make use of words best meant for fools.

I dither and I sweat how best to work

Them into poem form, yet not berserk.

Some sense is needed, else my readers’ ire

Will harshly rise and from blog they’ll retire.

And so I boil and toil upon my sonnet

Labouring e’er so hard and long upon it.

Vouchsafe one thing though, last laugh I shall cackle:

soon I’ll choose words to raise Rebecca’s hackle!

 

(Poem by Sally Murphy, 2016)