Today's task was to write 'a poem in reverse'. So I actually wrote the poem from the bottom up, then reversed the lines. The task was to see if it would still make some sort of sense read backwards! What do you think?!
This poem is a tad eerie, but I like the idea of that brief moment when time seems to stop and you can see things that ordinarily you wouldn't be able to see, a shimmer out of the corner of your eye.
This really happened at Opito Bay - we really did find a kingfisher on the deck, and The Silver Fox picked it up, then gave it to the Foxcub, where it sat for a moment before soaring into the bush.
Another poem about household chores! I think it illustrates the pleasure that can be gained from mundane tasks, when it’s a beautiful day, and you’re living in the moment. It's then that ideas come into the head.
It was the Foxcub’s nineteenth birthday yesterday, and so this poem is for him.
Today's topic was "insects". I began by looking at the subject in general and gradually became interested in the silkworm. I know nothing about silk! So I did a little bit of research and found out about the Chinese princess who is supposed to have discovered silk. What a lovely story! And then the idea of the strand unravelling made me think of links through time, and the poem was born.
The word I picked today was "animal" and out of nowhere I thought of a walrus. I played with some words for a while and gradually I got the idea of an old man who looked like a walrus, which was a fun image to work on. Hrossvalr is Norse for walrus and means 'horse-whale', by the way. I’m in a very Viking mood!
Today’s poem is a fun acrostic. If you read the first letter of each line downwards, it spells out the title!
This is another award-winning poem that gained first prize in UK Writing Magazine’s Open Poetry competition. It’s another archaeological poem, and illustrates very well, I think, my fascination with the past. The rhyme scene is abba, cddc etc, meaning that the first and fourth lines of each verse rhyme, and the second and third rhyme. Each line has ten syllables, although it's not strictly iambic pentameter, if you're into that sort of thing. If you're not, don't worry about it. Just enjoy the story :-)
Today's topic was Lemons, odd I know, but it prompted this poem about our first week or so in New Zealand. I hope this poem captures my love of summer in the Northland. I don't think I'll ever get tired of living here.
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