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:
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)
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
I am Spot
Sometimes wet and
I am Spot
Sometimes tired and
(Poem Copyright Sally Murphy, 2016)
Thanks for the words, Rebecca.
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.
‘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)
Right. So. You might remember that Sally gave me SORDID and BUT to work into a poem. (Thank you, Sally. Hmm.)
We’ve had some
little loud visitors in our roofspace recently and so I wrote this for them. I’m sure their mothers love them, even if I don’t.
Scuttle to your sordid bed,
still your paws, rest your head.
Don’t twitch your whiskers, or ruckle your nose,
but sleep until dusk brings the day to a close.
(Rebecca Newman, 2015)
It’s taken me quite some time to tackle Rebecca’s latest set of words. I’ve been busy with many things, but also find that sometimes I just have to wait for the muse to tell me what to do with a writing prompt. Today is that day! I must confess this poem is almost about me – I am a Granny, after all. But I don’t think I’m quite as energetic as this fictional Granny.
My granny’s pretty groovy
If you saw her you’d agree
That she’s a grooving granny
Who is such a sight to see.
She is always energetic
Running here and dashing there
Till we all start to wonder
If she ever stops for air.
But there’s something I must tell you.
It’s a secret I can’t keep.
My granny does not stop moving,
Even when she is asleep!
Sally Murphy, 2014