A Homophonic Musing

Yet again I have been slow to meet the challenge Rebecca gave me. I have been lost in the depths of a doctoral thesis focussing on children’s poetry, as well as releasing two new books and working. Still, I shouldn’t neglect Poetry challenges!

Anyway, when I finally sat down and looked at the word Rebecca had given me:

foul all or use

I instantly thought about the homophone pair of fouls/fowl. It only took a few moments to realise that all four words were homophones, and so the idea for a homophone poem tickled my fancy. This is the result:

A Homophonic Musing

As I stand and look in awe

I know it’s neither oar or or

That I should use

When admiring ewes

And feathery fowl

Who are not foul.

My brain’s a metaphoric awl

That helps me manage pinpoint all

The different ways of spelling

Things I see and tales I’m telling.

 

Thanks for the challenge Rebecca. Watch out for new words coming your way.

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy, 2017)

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)

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.

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)

New Words for Rebecca, and a Refresher

Hi there. If you are new to this blog, here’s a refresher. The two bloggers – me (Sally) and Rebecca Newman, take turns in challenging (or tormenting??)  each other to write a poem using the word or words which the other selects.

The poet can choose any form, any topic, any length, but they must use the allocated words somewhere in the poem.

Got it? Good. Here come the new words I am gifting to Rebecca. Watch this blog to see what she does with them. In the meantime youc an scroll down and see what we’ve come up in the past.

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Too Many Sleeps

When Rebecca gave me the words ‘envy’ and ‘run’ I wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, especially since envy is such a negative emotion. But as December ticked along, and I kept thinking I must get the poem written before Christmas, I started wondering if these were words I could use in a festive poem. Here’s the result.

Too Many Sleeps

Run, days, run!

Stop dragging leaden feet

And scurry, hurry, flurry

To Christmas Day.

 

Hop, days, hop!

From one to next to next

Quicker, slicker, ticker

To Christmas Day.

 

Skip, days, skip!

With speed Santa would envy

Racing, pacing, chasing

To Christmas Day.

 

Glide, days, glide

Like runners on a sleigh

Dash, slash, smash

To Christmas Day.

 

Merry Christmas!

 

Poem copyright Sally Murphy 2015