Category: Poetry
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Humoresque
Our task this past week in Writing Group has been to grapple with the sonnet form. What goes around comes around, and I was reminded of an early attempt I made to create a Pushkin sonnet. Now that’s a fiendishly difficult form, with its ‘feminine’ and contrasting ‘masculine’ rhyme scheme. Looking back on my effort,…
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What’s a ‘puddock’ when it’s at home, then?
I was so confused, listening to our grandson declaim the John M Caie poem, The Puddock, as to what a puddock actually is. I thought it must be a smarmy fish, but nae man, turns out it’s a warty auld toad! Still a tasty snack for the lurking heron, I guess. Delighting in the creation…
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The sweet spot
Someone @AltonAlbanyBB recently tweeted a view of Ailsa Craig off the Isle of Arran, from the South Ayrshire coast, and I was reminded of this poem I wrote in response to the theme: A Sense of Place. Not, apparently, what the competition promoters had in mind! The Sweet Spot No I am not a sportsman,…
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Hanging out the blessings
Poetry, like music, is an excellent vehicle for communicating feelings. I can tell you, in so many words during a conversation, how I experienced a sense of joy one sunny afternoon while hanging out the washing. But if I want to open up my sense of that occasion, it helps me to describe my experience…
Roads to Joy 