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)
Sally gave me these words: TOGETHER SEA TONGUE TO
In the end I decided not to fight the sea setting, so here’s what I have.
Together they rise to the surface of the sea.
With salt on their tongues, their lips,
Deep down there
in the dark and cold, where barnacles hold
to shipwrecks —
glass and shells
and pirate gold.
Read some of our earlier poems featuring the sea:
Sing by Sally Murphy
Summer Swim by Sally Murphy
Cottesloe Beach Skipping rhyme by Rebecca Newman
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.
And I am lazy
Smell of sunscreen
Fills the air.
A thousand bushflies
Drive me crazy
As I make my way
I plunge myself
In cooling ocean
Flies have vanished
To watery fun
They’d rather stay
Beachside where they’ll
Leave their print
On backs of sunsoaked
Who’ve left the water
For a stint
Of games, or food,
(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)
A spooky poem for 31 October. (Sally gave me the prompts GHOST, ALMOST and USE.)
GHOST TRAIN ON PLATFORM 2
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 —
The baby looks up, alert.
He kicks his legs.
As the train pulls away Maryanne stares;
she’s almost sure …
Oops – I was so excited about posting my last poem so quickly that I forgot to pop back ad give Rebecca some new words. Sorry Bec! here they are, better late than never.
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.