Words for Rebecca

 

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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)

Almost

You would think that by giving me just one word to incorporate, Rebecca could have relied on a prompt turnaround by me, but  once again I have been tied up in much busyness, and it was seeing Rebecca on the weekend at a wonderful conference that reminded me about my tardiness.

So, here is my poem, with apologies for lateness.

Almost

I almost

wrote about poetry

but that would be too meta.

I almost

wrote about Rebecca

but she wrote about me last time.

I almost

wrote about not knowing

what to write about, but that’s been done.

So instead

I wrote about all three things.

I’m almost too clever!

(Sally Murphy, 2015).