A Merry Magnet Poem

So, I have been a bit slack and it’s been over a month since Rebecca gave me the words YOU, TO, POISON, THAT and MERRY to put into a poem.  So, I thought to reward her patience (she hasn’t nagged me once!) I would do something different and see if I could do the whole poem using magnet words. I have lots and lots of magnets, and it’s been a while since I sat down to make a whole poem with them.

Anyway, I got out my magnets and got to work. The only problem was: I didn’t have all five of the words. I have hundreds and hundreds of magnets but not one of them has the word ‘merry’. I almost abandoned the quest but I’m hoping that Rebecca will forgive me if instead of merry I chose two other words very similar in meaning – joy and happy. And, for good measure, I popped merry into the title of this post.

So, here it is, my merry poem about poetry.

Merry Poem

 

The birth of an idea

Sally gave me the words birth and together.

I read an article once called something like: Writing tips from the Great Writers. One of the tips was ‘don’t write about trying to write’. Here’s a poem where I blithely ignore advice from the Greats. (Sorry, Greats.)

THE BIRTH OF AN IDEA

 

What should you do at the birth of an idea?

Swaddle it in muslin,
sit together in the dark
and rock;
whisper in its ear
with joy in your heart
and a spark in your eye;

then set it down
on its legs
and let it go.

© Rebecca Newman, 2015

Really Estate

When Rebecca gave me the words thrilled, modern and inspired, I had no idea what I would do with them, though the word ‘thrilled’ seems to me so often prefaced with the word ‘really’. When I started work on the poem I had just been working on a blog post about repetition,  and wondered if I could somehow use the technique in this poem. It was as I started writing that the idea to repeat the word ‘really’ came to me, but it was only after I’d finished that I thought of the play on words with real/really estate.

Anyway, here’s the poem.

Really Estate
‘I am really thrilled to meet you
Follow me now. Come this way!’
Trilled the eager estate agent
At the home open today.

‘You will really be inspired
By the things that you will see
In this modern, marvellous mansion
Come along  now. Follow me!’

We were really very nervous
But we hurried down the hall.
Tried to ignore dirt and mildew
That was oozing from each wall.

Mum was really disconcerted
By the holes in every floor
And the eerie sounding creaking
Every time we touched a door.

Dad was really worried
By the cobwebs overhead
Plus the smell from the old kitchen
And the worse one in the shed.

But what really got me worried
And it would have scared you too
Was the ghostly weepy wailing
That was coming from the loo.

We were really rather hasty
As we raced out to the road
‘Wait!’ shrieked the poor agent,
‘I haven’t fully showed

How really really awesome
This lovely house can be.’
But her pleas on us were wasted
We had other homes to see.

(© Sally Murphy, 2015)

Waiting

Sally’s latest words for me were GO, FREAKY and TREE. I wrote this poem remembering a time when I was 12. I’d been to an after-school music class and waved at my friends as they all got into cars and headed off for dinner. And then I waited — for what seemed like forever (but was probably only 5 minutes) — for my Mum to come and pick me up …

WAITING

It’s 6 o’clock.
On my own on the bench
I swing my legs,
I hum a bit
and start counting in my head.

When I get to 63
a car pulls into the car park.
At last!
I stand —
but it’s not our car.
I sit.

Behind me, a tree starts to whisper and rustle,
some freaky wind moves its branches.
Down here on the bench it’s as still as still.
I try to look — to the side, without turning my head,
is that something in the tree?

A car!
They’re here!
Let’s go!

© Rebecca Newman, 2015

Wishes

It’s been almost a  month since Rebecca gave me the words form, age and fervent. I don’t know why it has taken me so long – I do know it was the mix of fervent and form which kept taking me down intriguing paths, then tripping me up.

Anyway, I ran into Rebecca at the Perth Writers Festival yesterday and she was very polite about my slackness, which of course made me feel guilty. Since I’m also doing a challenge this month to write a poem n a Post it Note everyday for February, she suggested I use the words for one of my postitnote poems.  And voilà, today I managed to write a poem that  meets both Poetry Tag and Postitnote Poetry requirements:

 

Wishes

At age 5

I dreamt of the tooth fairy

to replace my tiny offerings

with silver coins.

Now I’m older

(and told such things aren’t real)

but I can’t stop

the fervent wish that forms

when I look round my house:

send me a cleaning fairy!

(© Sally Murphy, 2015)

 

And, just to prove that it does indeed fit on a postitnote, here it is again:

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