tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post3229017100731247501..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: March Poetry Prompt 1 - PlaytimeLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-63372338159667472982009-03-17T18:40:00.000+01:002009-03-17T18:40:00.000+01:00Little Plastic BricksSummer sun in BillundA world ...Little Plastic Bricks<BR/><BR/>Summer sun in Billund<BR/>A world of Lego<BR/>Leaves an imprint<BR/>On my father's sole.Tim Kewardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13917088396258825237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-29491628269380634732009-03-17T12:02:00.000+01:002009-03-17T12:02:00.000+01:00jugglingWe spent hours perfecting the art hands li...juggling<BR/><BR/>We spent hours perfecting the art <BR/>hands like cups, poised for capture<BR/>arms dropping and lifting as pistons. <BR/>A matter of timing as each ball would <BR/>fall to hand or floor, playing with <BR/>gravity and time. Eyes watchful,<BR/> following a crisscross of colour. <BR/><BR/>Now, with no time to practise <BR/> we scoop our belongings,<BR/> drop our children and grab<BR/>a moment to ourselves.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12621015811241464567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-23635514462360844832009-03-16T10:00:00.000+01:002009-03-16T10:00:00.000+01:00Fairy WingsUnder the Christmas tree that yearwere...Fairy Wings<BR/><BR/>Under the Christmas tree that year<BR/>were fairy wings! Shaped like a butterfly,<BR/> iridescent like an oyster shell inside.<BR/>I slipped them on: they were light as air!<BR/>I was a fairy now: I would wear<BR/>a gown of petals, shoes of silk,<BR/>daisies and rosebuds in my hair.<BR/><BR/>I could consort with pixies, <BR/>dance with elves<BR/>sip from an acorn cup<BR/>cast spells with a tiny wand,<BR/>hide in the long grass<BR/>and peep between its fronds,<BR/>bathe in morning dew<BR/>inside a toadstool ring<BR/>fly, fly through the air<BR/>on my gossamer wings.<BR/><BR/>One January day <BR/>I sat under a tree, my wings <BR/>beside me. A cold wind sneaked:<BR/>it ruffled my winter scarf and stung my cheeks.<BR/>Like a false and spiteful friend<BR/>it snatched my wings, carried them off!<BR/>Away they flew without me, <BR/>skittering, glittering in winter sun<BR/>bowling over trees and out of sight.<BR/>I was an ordinary mortal once again,<BR/>earthbound, all my magic gone.<BR/>With dragging steps, I trudged my way home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-36785841126611862762009-03-14T14:00:00.000+01:002009-03-14T14:00:00.000+01:00Thanks for all the wonderful poems! Childhood is d...Thanks for all the wonderful poems! Childhood is definitely an endless resource for material... look out for the next prompt after the weekend.<BR/><BR/>Flannery O'Connor said something like: Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days.Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-18630932545574185632009-03-14T13:24:00.000+01:002009-03-14T13:24:00.000+01:00HeartbreakNo, I've never liked dolls.Their chubby ...Heartbreak<BR/><BR/>No, I've never liked dolls.<BR/>Their chubby little cheeks<BR/>are cold and hard<BR/>and those dainty eyelids<BR/>hide a vacant stare.<BR/>But teddy bears feel so soft to hold.<BR/>Teddy bear eyes are amber pools.<BR/><BR/>Don't be fooled by baby doll bodies -<BR/>they're hollow shells<BR/>with moulded dimples<BR/>on stiffened toes, frozen fingers.<BR/>Teddy bears have round, plump paws.<BR/>Teddy bears have heart.<BR/><BR/>Yes, dolls' hair looks like<BR/>the finest spun gold<BR/>but tug, tug hard<BR/>and it just won't break.<BR/>Teddy bear fur is fluffy and falls out.<BR/>Teddy bears are loved.<BR/><BR/>Once I had a little fairy doll.<BR/>Her smooth pink legs<BR/>got mangled by a dog.<BR/>I shrieked and ran away<BR/>shaking like a jelly,<BR/>crying out for my teddy bear.<BR/>Teddy bears are always there.<BR/>That's what's good about teddy bears.flybynighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882050376101646025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-52789730722537789222009-03-13T20:01:00.000+01:002009-03-13T20:01:00.000+01:00Captain DanCaptain Dan was an Action Manwho died i...Captain Dan<BR/><BR/>Captain Dan was an Action Man<BR/>who died in interrogation.<BR/>He never revealed the Master Plan,<BR/>he defended a heedless nation.<BR/>Now, under the earth his eagle eyes<BR/>stare sightlessy into the dark,<BR/>by the rhubarb patch, where his body lies<BR/>in a grave without a mark.<BR/><BR/>The cause of his torment is now a man,<BR/>a leader of our society.<BR/>Never a hint of where he began,<BR/>reknowned for his kindness and piety.<BR/>But at night he thinks of inflicted pain,<BR/>staring sightlessly into the dark.<BR/>He knows if he could he would do it again<BR/>and never leave a mark.JPKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10914052091356975176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-87678024122589701362009-03-13T19:18:00.000+01:002009-03-13T19:18:00.000+01:00Puberty‘Accidentally’ the boy brushes the hem of h...Puberty<BR/><BR/>‘Accidentally’ <BR/>the boy brushes <BR/>the hem of her skirt<BR/> <BR/>nervously <BR/>fans fingers<BR/>over blouse buttons.<BR/> <BR/>Barbie <BR/>stares back<BR/>with cold blue eyes <BR/><BR/>as if to say <BR/>don’t <BR/>even think about it…Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-29349547932171374742009-03-13T10:12:00.000+01:002009-03-13T10:12:00.000+01:00‘Transformers’We are pirateswe sail the Galleonon ...‘Transformers’<BR/><BR/>We are pirates<BR/>we sail the Galleon<BR/>on wind tossed waters<BR/>plunder gold<BR/>on the Spanish Main<BR/>wait for the Crow’s Nest<BR/>cry of ‘Land Ahoy’<BR/><BR/>when we escape <BR/>on the Bucking Bronco<BR/>ride bareback <BR/>over sun baked plains –<BR/>we’re Roy Rogers<BR/>in the sixpenny movies.<BR/><BR/>We’re explorers<BR/>we mark our trail<BR/>in the darkening jungle<BR/>surviving on berries,<BR/>scrumped apples,<BR/>bitter sloes,<BR/>then track our way <BR/>to eiderdown beds<BR/>as lengthening shadows<BR/>close like curtains <BR/>around our trees.<BR/><BR/>Margaret Beston 13/03/09Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-20606087575375765832009-03-12T09:45:00.000+01:002009-03-12T09:45:00.000+01:00Latch key ladsWe learnt how to use knives to build...Latch key lads<BR/><BR/>We learnt how to use knives <BR/>to build wigwam’s in our woods <BR/><BR/>in our woods we learnt how <BR/>to use matches to start fires <BR/><BR/>to start fires and watch smoke drift <BR/>through foliage into the sky <BR/><BR/>into the sky like Indian signals <BR/>for the far off red engines <BR/><BR/>the far off red engines would come <BR/>to our woods and we’d run <BR/><BR/>we’d run with knives and matches <BR/>with knives and matches we’d go,<BR/><BR/>we’d go to the woods to learn<BR/>how to build wigwams…Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-22844454147815695792009-03-10T22:29:00.000+01:002009-03-10T22:29:00.000+01:00wow, these are all very powerful, evocative poems....wow, these are all very powerful, evocative poems... I esp like Fran's poem Tree. It creates such a wonderful picture of the scene, with the factory in the background.annie clarksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02142921731812954985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-50167825047309496002009-03-10T10:30:00.000+01:002009-03-10T10:30:00.000+01:00hand in glovehand in gloveyou and mepride and joyi...<B>hand in glove</B><BR/><BR/>hand in glove<BR/>you and me<BR/>pride and joy<BR/>in my hand<BR/>your every movement<BR/>a puppet of my thought<BR/>a dumb reflection<BR/>without expression<BR/><BR/>SootyKeith Wallishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04780087068444798682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-50279299137854821712009-03-09T23:05:00.000+01:002009-03-09T23:05:00.000+01:00Favourite ToyOnce you had wheelsbut mum cut you fr...Favourite Toy<BR/><BR/>Once you had wheels<BR/>but mum cut you free.<BR/><BR/>On damaged paws<BR/>you followed me<BR/>through hospital stays <BR/>and college days <BR/>to my adult home.<BR/><BR/>Not just age <BR/>knocks your stuffing out –<BR/>clothes moths find the fluff<BR/>of your Achilles heel.<BR/><BR/>Squirming larvae leave<BR/>no alternative but<BR/>enforced clear out<BR/>of things outgrown.Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-23225753939743255752009-03-09T21:12:00.000+01:002009-03-09T21:12:00.000+01:00ImaginationA childhood toy the other boys could ne...Imagination<BR/><BR/>A childhood toy <BR/>the other boys <BR/>could never steal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-14700425167789633012009-03-09T20:52:00.000+01:002009-03-09T20:52:00.000+01:00TreeWe could fit four on that branchif we kind of ...Tree<BR/><BR/>We could fit four on that branch<BR/>if we kind of leaned against each other,<BR/>then everyone else sat underneath<BR/>picking at the grass<BR/>while we learned new words off Tony.<BR/>We could see across to the carpet factory<BR/>where women in blue overalls<BR/>walked past the windows.<BR/><BR/>Carol Price always had a snog story<BR/>and Bernard pulled Opal Fruits out of his pockets.<BR/>I’d make faces from the broad leaves<BR/>punching out eyes and mouth and spiky hair<BR/>with my long fingernails. No-one else could do it.<BR/>And holding them to my face like a mask.<BR/><BR/>We argued about how to tell the age of a tree.<BR/>Bernard said ask it<BR/>so we did and Ben fell off the branch laughing.<BR/>He landed on Simone. We all said ooooooooh,<BR/>so he snapped off a long piece of bark<BR/>and stabbed at all our hanging legs<BR/>like a madman.<BR/><BR/>We practised all Tony’s new words on him.<BR/>Then Carol spotted her mum<BR/>in the carpet factory window<BR/>and we all waved and yelled hello<BR/>but she didn’t see.<BR/><BR/>Bernard gave out more Opal Fruits.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.com