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Poetry Preparation

Writing poetry was the drawcard for the group who attended a workshop on ‘Kickstarting the Muse’ yesterday at the Writers’ Block at Hagley College.  Frankie McMillan and Kerrin Sharpe spoke of how they gain inspiration and create their poems, and led us through a couple of exercises.  They recommended Julia Cameron’s “Morning Pages” as being a good way to tap into the subconscious, and that walking suits writing.  Writing in McDonald’s on a Sunday morning means you can overhear snippets of conversation which might be useful, because “good writers are magpies”.  Writing is hard work, especially as you learn more about it.  It’s also enjoyable because you are so focussed.  If you want to be published you need to write heaps, then select the best, and have a thick skin to cope with the rejection.

I enjoyed chatting to other (would-be) writers.  This workshop seemed to me to be a taster for the Hagley Writers’ Course.  I would love to write (and read) more, but it all takes time.  Some day I hope to be able to give more time to writing.  Meanwhile I’m enjoying my fortnightly women’s poetry group, my blogging with couplets, and occasional workshops like this one.

“To be a writer takes hard slog
and more than the occasional blog.”

 

Spare the Spider

Spare the Spider

Arachnophobia is the fear
some feel when there’s a spider near.
Although most spiders would not hurt
when seen they put me on alert
it is their creepy crawly-ness
that causes me a mite of stress.

When tucked up safely in my bed
I suddenly observed a thread
a spider’s web away up high
with ominous dark creature nigh.

I knew it would be hard to doze
with spider sharing my repose
so up I got and left the room
to fetch a spider-reaching broom.
I took the web, the spider too
outside they went without ado
‘cause if you want to live and thrive
you let the spider stay alive.

Hollow Husks

There were numerous empty shells spread all along Waimairi Beach.

Trail of shells

Trail of shells

Is this something to do with spring tides?  What’s happened to all the creatures that used to live inside.  Have the seagulls eaten them?

“Once these were floating in the foam
each one a cosy shellfish home.”

Someone has carved this face into the sandy cliff at Waimairi Brach.

Cliff face

Cliff face

“Who’s represented no-one knows
but this face has a bulbous nose.”

Savoury Soup?

Soup was actually off the menu at Beat Street today.

Soup du Jour

Soup du Jour

“I’m guessing that the soup lacks flavour
but there is humour there to savour.”

Volunteer Viola

Seeing this tiny viola flowering among the patio bricks just made my day.

Volunteer Viola

Volunteer Viola

“It’s great to see this flower appear
a tiny purple volunteer.”

Skeltonic Stanza

Skeltonic Verse, also known as tumbling verse, is named after its creator, English poet John Skelton (1460-1529), who tutored King Henry the Eighth when he was just a prince.  The verse is simple, should have energy, and be fun.  Every end word rhymes with the last until you start a new set of rhymes.  Here’s a Skeltonic verse I wrote when our poetry group’s theme was ‘Flight’.

Bird in flight
like a kite
what a sight
sheer delight
on the wing
awesome thing
what’s happening?
down he swoops
my lunch he scoops
oops!

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