Hello there you and hope your day is good to you..
This was my first attempt at trying a Villanelle. This was a prompt set by themumpoempress (a lovely poetry writing club for mums that I’m part of)
Now, it was a challenging form to do that’s for sure, but also fun. Great way to keep you focussed on technique, rhyme and structure. I had a headache after that little creative burst from all that focussing!!
Of course, I based it on this awful past 18 months of (dare I say it?) Covid (I said it)
Please let me know your thoughts – and do you enjoy playing about with different forms?
I wrote the following poem a few months back after joining a poetry writing group for mums. Since the beginning of this pandemic (when I started writing poetry) most of my poetry was written about Covid and nature.
When I started writing about motherhood, it made me think of the changes you go through when becoming a parent. But also the pure joy and unconditional love that you have for your children.
Parenting is hard, its rewarding its full of surprises, its a pick and mix of emotions: and throwing a pandemic on top of it all? Well. But the laughs from your little people, their little funny ways tugs at those heart strings like nothing else. And you would do ANYTHING for them..
I often sit back and watch my 4 and 2 year old girls playing, to absorb those precious, precious moments, that flash by in an absolute heartbeat! Savouring the simple moments, that you will never get back. Hugging them to pieces: without the rushing about and before they tell you to ‘get off’.
If I’ve learned anything, its to stop trying to be a perfect parent (thats impossible), enjoy every moment and doing the best ‘you’ can is the very best ‘you’ can ever do.
I often look at the bride beaming down from the canvas photo – two stone lighter, a wife, running enthusiast: not yet a mummy. I often look at my tummy; it sits like a bag of wheat, my thighs dimpled like an orange. I often look at my ashen roots, reflecting every bit of my years. I often look at how I indulge in chocolate, A withered flower blowing with those gales
The beaming bride? two stone lighter, but gaining two of the most precious gifts to run after. My bag of wheat? Two beautiful little cakes were created. My ashen roots? life doesn’t stand still and there’s no cheating that (a trip to the hairdressers does pretty well!). My chocolate craving? a tired mummy, lockdown mummy, craves that chocolate: In a lower gear – while sipping that obligatory glass of gin & tonic.
Reminders of life. A wife. A mummy. Lockdown and my birthing tummy.
So heres a toast to you as a parent, the juggling act that goes along with it and ‘YOU’ are enough.
Have a beautiful day, savouring those moments with your little blossoms and also being kind to yourself during the process🙏💖
I wrote the following mindful/reflective poem using the writing prompt ‘tranquil paradise’! It was such a lovely prompt to work with: as it transported me right back to when my hubbie and I were on hols in my homeplace in Ireland with our girls. We would do nightly sunset walks along the beach – when our girls were tucked up in bed back in nana and grandads. The beach was a stone throw away and it was such a lovely evening ritual. I grew up in this place and now realise how much I took it for granted.
With lockdown we haven’t been back home since last summer. But we’ll be back again within the next few months (all going well 😉)
Atlantic Coast of Ireland and Those daily sunset walks – Shimmers on the salty sea Gold glistens as we talk A Gentle breeze grazing my cheeks, Sounds of swishing waves Tranquil paradise: I dip my Toes and splash away. Feathers float in setting skies Horizon mixed with glows On a shore where I grew up Such beauty as it shows Surfers surf in paradise like Dolphins play with waves Serene sunset, Atlantic Coast Sunset walks, those summer days
Have a lovely day and keep writing – it really is good for the soul 🙏💫!
I do enjoy learning about poetry – all about different styles, metaphors, alliteration and playing about with words – when you get the time to do so, that is! The following poems are rhyming couplets (first poem) and free verse (second poem).
I wrote these poems last year when ‘R numbers’ were part of daily stats and a term frequently used (still is as you know), and christmas bubbles/household mixing was discussed as the cases were creeping up, after yet another lockdown was being lifted prior to christmas.
Tensions are building as Covid prevails Wind slowly taken from all of our sails. Restrictions in place life changed as is Seen, In a world taken over by Covid-19.
Our leaders control, believing whats right In a battle where Covid keeps winning the Fight. The virus is here, of that we sure know Families apart – we wait for that glow.
Infections keep growing, R rate on the rise Tougher restrictions from medium to Highs. Economy bleeds, lockdown now a fact, Care staff overwhelmed to save many Lives.
Family and friends stay safe for each other We wait for that time to see one another, Be kind and stay safe as we cope with this Rain In a world where ‘hope’ will ease Covids Strain.
A Covid Christmas beckons, household Christmas Bubbles arranged. I think, how daunting, outlandish this situation is –
mixed messages thrown around, pass the parcel as Government dictates our festive period, a solution mix of three bubbles.
A joyous festive time tarnished by a silent venomous predator – sweeping through global darkness, yet sparks of light and hope arise as a vaccine is born.
Mankind, they battle a respiratory war, frontline staff gasping for air, putting up a fight – calamitous to humanity.
Christmas Bubbles, will this cause further cloud filled lockdowns, overwhelming phenomenal, depleted health staff? Inevitable.
Covid-19 prevails. Christmas Bubbles like never before, Twenty twenty – I’ll be glad to close your opaque door. I’ll be glad for the vaccine to soar.
Stay safe, keep writing and keep smiling! Hope is there and the light is waiting. Normality will return. You’ve got this ❤
When I started writing poetry I was eager to learn more about the skills attached to this incredible creative outlet.
The following tips can help ‘you’ strengthen your writing skills and to understand more about the art if you’re just starting off. Its a few pointers on what helped me (and still does) starting out. I continue to learn every day and I’ve had a few poems published to date.
Ten Poetry Writing Tips:
1. Read a poetry handbook to learn more about the craft, highlighting sections for future reference so you can always refer back to (I still refer back to mine!)
2. Read poetry every day, from a range of different poets, styles, themes, even if its just one or two poems each day.
3. Listen to online poetry readings and recordings, feeling the flow of the words and to connect in a form different to reading.
4. Listen to a poetry podcast
5. Keep writing when in the flow, when inspiration hits and feel that poem.
6. Edit later, or leave for a few days and return to edit with fresh eyes and read aloud.
7. If feeling overwhelmed with writing, give it a breather and read poetry instead (you’re still learning and absorbing all about the art)
8. Find what style you prefer and work on it.
9. Join poetry clubs and share your work
10. Lastly, enjoy the process 🙂
Recently I’ve been focussing on writing shorter types of poetry such as Limericks and Haikus.
A Haiku consists of 3 lines in total and the traditional rules are: Line one has 5 syllables Line two has 7 syllables Line three has 5 syllables
A Limerick consists of a five line poem and it can be witty and fun to write. Traditional rules are: First second and fifth line rhyme Third & fourth line rhyme (AABBA) First, second & fifth lines have between 7-10 syllables Third & fourth lines have between 5-7 syllables
Hope these tips help ‘you’ with your poetry writing – its what helped me when starting out!
Now, If anyone had told you this time last year that sticking a gigantic cotton bud up your nose, and swirling it around your tonsils was the new normal; you would’nt believe it and would’ve laughed it off! Well here I am, giving a detailed account through an instruction type poem of my experience (overall it wasnt that bad) of such a test. We all need a bit of lightheartedness right now!
Pilot Home Testing Kit
Covid-19 test arrives in the post.
Contents: Instructions pamphlet (here we go) DIY flat cardboard box the size of an Ipad. Small clear plastic bag and a slightly larger bio hazard bag (scary) Swab (a gigantic cotton bud, note to self – DO NOT insert into ear) Pretty lilac cap test tube with saline solution and barcode (so cute) Security label.
Test: I wash my hands thoroughly for 20 seconds as instructed. I unwrap and place the gigantic cotton bud swab into the back of my throat (thrilling) Rub each tonsil 5 times (as instructed, trying so hard not to gag of course). Best bit to come… I Place the gigantic cotton bud swab into nostril and twist while going as far up as I Can (lovely) Test over. Relief. I sneeze about twenty thousand times before washing my hands yet again!
Final part: Unscrew pretty lilac cap, place swab into tube with clear solution – while snapping end off (as instructed, just so you know) Place into clear plastic bag, seal, then place into scary bio hazard bag.
Register barcode online to register your name and details (why of course) Fiddle about assembling the small cardboard box while flustered/annoyed. Place bag with pretty lilac cap test tube, and swab into box (while flustered/annoyed after assembling). Attach security label and seal with a kiss (maybe not) Skip to the nearest priority post box, and post.
Two days later I receive a text: “Your test result is negative” (Woo hoo) “You did not have the virus when test was done” (oh ok) Pilot home testing kit complete. Great – I will not be included as a daily figure stat. I cough – Oh no…
(A mummy trying to stay sane during a global pandemic!)
So, here in England the kids went back to school on Monday. Parents all over were delighted – no more home schooling and toddlers (and parents) climbing the walls. So that’s a good thing, right?
Well, here’s the thing, does this mean another spike in cases (again) In a time of uncertainty and constantly treading water? It’s inevitable to feel a little nervous about what lies ahead in the coming weeks. But, we’ll get there in the end with this awful virus, as hope is there, now a vaccine is well and truly here.
Until then, you keep the creativity flowing or whatever helps you through these waves! We’re all riding these choppy, choppy seas together.
I wrote the following free verse poem during this third lockdown, when my little lady was missing her friends in Nursery. She donned her adorable princess dress at the time. She’s delighted to be back & lets hope it stays that way.
Very Soon Princess
‘Mummy can I see my friends’? My 3-Year-old asks. A crown resting upon those long golden Locks. Oversized transparent princess Glitter shoes on her tiny size 6 feet. Toes creeping over the top; Touching the grey carpeted floor.
She dances, heels bereft from clicking With other tiny feet – Swirling like an angel in her blue and Lavender dotted jewelled Elsa dress.
My youngest flips pages of her Peppa Pig Book, sitting on the floor squealing, the High pitch Leaves a ringing in my ears!
Very soon princess
Waiting for that day Swirling lockdown princess Swirling with her Swirly playful friends.
Together we’re witty & wild Loving our true inner child Connections so strong Oh its been too long And that’s just putting it mild!!
Oh you do miss the banter (as we say in Ireland) with great friends and family. Its hard in lockdown – with all the restrictions in place and family/friends being spread out in different countries. But, all the funny moments and the memories are precious – making the much needed hug when all this is over, even more special!! A drink of choice over a video call will have to do for now, but thats ok.
Sometimes the ‘little things’ are the big things, making all the difference to you – even during these difficult times we find ourselves In. I know you crave a good hug in a time of social distancing and time spent apart from your families.
I wrote the following poem during the first national lockdown last year, everyone was finding their own ways of coping and poetry was, and still is that outlet for me. Its ‘ok’ if you feel things are getting a bit too much during these unprecedented times. You’ve got this.
Thank you, it’s nice to be kind
A gentle smile, a heartfelt word, clears the cloud from my mind: lifting me out of the darkest of places ‘thank you’ it’s nice to be kind. A little text with those words “I’m here” travels the length of the earth – the racing mind slowly calms from every word and its worth.
In a world portraying so much anger yet still has so much beauty, spreading kindness every day is undoubtedly everyone’s duty. Be kind you say, how hard is this in a world with so much confusion? kindness helps one another, without the fear and intrusion.
To someone in need a simple hello or even a chat over tea – is the greatest gift to make a person thrive and somewhat feel free. A withered flower blossom’s again and is no longer blind, Lifting me out of the darkest of places, ‘thank you’ it’s nice to be kind.