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.
It’s been so long since Sally left words for me that you will have forgotten what the words were.
Here they are: HOPE SCULPTURE EDGY CONTEMPORARY.
And here’s the resulting poem, called ‘Hope.’ (I found this word combo the hardest Sally has given me. But I’m sure she would say that I deserved it after the Shakespearean tag I gave her earlier … )
Where the shadow of the house meets the lavender pots
is a contemporary sculpture made from boots.
Out in the street someone calls, come on!
but the boys are edgy —
they’ve done this before.
They pull boots from the pile
and shake them
and hope the cobwebs are old.
It’s my turn to set some words for Rebecca to use in a poem. The rules? She must use all the words, but can use them in any order and any poetic form. Good luck Rebecca!
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)