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)

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.

Really Estate

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.

Really Estate
‘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)

A Ferocious Poem

You can see from the previous post that Sally gave me ‘ferocious, two, hole and brilliant’ to work into a poem. By the time I had muttered ‘ferocious’ to myself 203 times it started sounding a bit weird. So I went with that! (Now I’m quite fond of the word ferocious and it’s lost its ferociousness. But I’m not sure I can spell it anymore.)

A FEROCIOUS POEM

One ferocious summer’s day
I took a ferocious walk,
I passed a ferocious garden gate
and stopped for ferocious talk.

I browsed at ferocious markets,
I bought a ferocious scarf,
the ferocious woman who sold it to me
laughed a ferocious laugh.

A ferocious lunch was needed to fill
the ferocious hole in my tum
I climbed aboard a ferocious bus
I hummed a ferocious hum.

I found two ferocious curries
left by ferocious Gran,
I heated them to a ferocious heat
in a ferocious frying pan.

A brilliant if somewhat ferocious sun
cast its last ferocious ray.
I pulled my ferocious pyjamas on —
What a ferocious day!

 

Copyright Rebecca Newman 2014

Loathsome Lizard

Gosh – I have never been so challenged by a word as I was by the word Loathsome. Rebecca only gave me three words to incorporate this time, but that one word challenged me so much. For days and days I could not for the life of me think of a way to use the word Loathsome in a poem.

 

Finally, I’ve come up with something. A little bit spooky, a little bit humorous, I hope. Here it is.

 

Loathsome Lizard

I’m the Loathsome Lizard

And I’ll haunt your dreams at night.

I’m the Loathsome Lizard

And it’s best you treat me right

Or I’ll patter cross your rooftop

When you try to get some sleep.

Yes I’ll patter cross your rooftop

Till with tiredness you weep.

Under your bed I’ll scurry

Scratching here and scratching there.

Under your bed I’ll scurry.

You won’t peek – you wouldn’t dare!

Bogeymonsters they are nothing

At all compared with me.

Bogeymonsters they are nothing –

I eat several for my tea.

I’m the Loathsome Lizard

Fearsome creature of the night.

I’m the Loathsome Lizard

And you’d better treat me right!

 

Sally Murphy, 2014.