GreenishLady

Originally Blogging the Artist's Way. Thoughts, musings, experience of the 12-week course, January to March 2006. And after that?.... Life, creativity, writing. Where does it all meet? Here, perhaps.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Poetry Thursday. From a Random Prompt

This week, Poetry Thursday is inviting humourous poems, but as Limericks are banned, and I am a Limerick-woman (I mean it, really! Literally! Limerick is my home-town, the city made famous by Frank McCourt of Angela's Ashes, and before him, by the 5-line jingling sillinesses of those rhymes) - in protest, I'm not posting anything funny. (Real truth - asking me to be funny is the kiss of death. I knew as soon as I saw that prompt that it wouldn't work for me. I'll probably turn out something funny the week the prompt is "Funeral")

So, in the absence of anything funny, amusing or even mildly humourous to post, I will post the poem that was "cooking" last week in response to a word offered by the Random Prompt Generator. The word is Flock, and I've taken a traditional approach by allowing that to be the title of the poem. Here it is:

Flock

This is evening:
Into the sycamores they tumble
from the skies above Downings.

They wheel and tack,
then fall to settle
in noisy clacking groups.

Some twirl like smuts in the air,
black smudges with no direction,
but a feel for home.

The rooks claim the trees,
shake sunset’s golden spangles out,
spread like a heavy flock blanket,
before night finally falls.

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More Poetry Thursday poems will be found HERE. There should be some chuckles there. But no Limericks. I mean nothing that reads like:

In defense of her own native city,
She proclaimed 'It's a terrible pity
that my rhymes should be banned,
quite out of hand.
I think that that rule is quite......
mean'

[Only joking, Liz & Dana! Sorry, but I couldn't resist!]

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12 Comments:

At 17/5/07 5:17 am, Blogger gautami tripathy said...

I did not post anything humorous either!

"Some twirl like smuts in the air,
black smudges with no direction,
but a feel for home."

Those lines took another meaning for me.

PS: I like the limerick too!

PPS: I linked your blog to mine(rooted)

 
At 17/5/07 8:43 am, Blogger Rob Kistner said...

I really liked this piece. Very visual and engaging.

 
At 17/5/07 5:44 pm, Anonymous bookbinds said...

This poem has great rhythm and the alliteration really makes it flow well. I really enjoyed the visual imagery!

 
At 17/5/07 9:18 pm, Blogger Becca said...

Lovely word pictures here...I'm especially fond of "spread like a flock blanket."

Enjoyed this :)

 
At 18/5/07 1:42 am, Blogger January said...

Very nice! Yes, word pictures are a good way to describe your poem.

I do like "The rooks claim the trees."

 
At 18/5/07 4:04 am, Anonymous Lisa said...

I agree that your poem is very visual. I particularly like "The rooks claim the trees,
shake sunset’s golden spangles out"

Thank you for visiting my site and for your nice comments. It made me feel welcome.

p.s. aren't limericks poems in their own way? :)

 
At 18/5/07 4:05 am, Blogger ...deb said...

Fabulous description. "A feel for home." Certainly.

 
At 18/5/07 7:22 am, Blogger Catherine said...

I think you did really well with "flock" and your limerick had me chuckling.

 
At 18/5/07 2:56 pm, Blogger Kara said...

Love the visual poem. I've read it through a few times now and each time it seems to become more vibrant.

I was a little disappointed you weren't going to be funny - especially after telling us your home town is Limerick - ah but you didn't disappoint so I am leaving you this comment with laughter in my heart!

 
At 18/5/07 4:50 pm, Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

I love watching birds flock and your poem is lovely in its description. I enjoyed your Limerick too!

 
At 19/5/07 10:46 pm, Blogger chicklegirl said...

I agree with Lisa. "shake sunset’s golden spangles out" is my favorite line: a lovely turn of phrase!

 
At 3/6/07 6:09 am, Blogger Wenda said...

I love the poem. loved watching the rooks settle. And, I chuckled out loud at the limerick.

 

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