Tag: month of poetry

Progressive Poem Day 7


I am so honoured to be joining the progressive poem yet again. It is turning out to be my favorite so far. I hope I don’t stuff it up. This is what we have got so far:

She lives without a net, walking along the alluvium deposits of the delta.
Shoes swing over her shoulder, on her bare feet stick jeweled flecks of dark mica.
Hands faster than fish swing at the ends of bare brown arms. Her hair flows,
snows in wild wind as she digs in the
indigo varnished handbag,
pulls out her grandmother’s oval cuffed bracelet,
strokes the turquoise stones, and steps through the curved doorway.
No pressure there then. Teleporting is so my thing 😉
Okay I love how worldy and outer-wordly this poem is and the fabulous vocabulary we have so far. It looks like we need to have some urgency, an adventure, a problem perhaps. Maybe not all in my line though. I love how we are near water with the delta business so rather than going to another world through the stone I’m going below.
Let’s see…
Tripping on her tail she slips hair first down the slide… splash!
I am naughty putting splash. Irene is forced into the water, but will it be a pool or the sea? You’ll have to stop by our lovely poetic host, Irene’s blog tomorrow to find out.
Sorry this is so late!
Have a great day!

#MoP15 Day 22: Wordy Wildebeest

Well this is fun! I like the different tones of the picture in different lights as the day got brighter this morning.

I really fancy making cartoons with my wordy wildebeest who is from Weirdo Zoo. the lions are the enemy so I’d best practice them too.

You wanted a poem as well yikes!

Will da beast listen

Stop reciting for a minute.

It would be wise for him

to watch his back.

A stealthy and wealthy lion

approaches and poaches



Catherine Johnson, 2015.


This sounds very similar to the original Wordy Wildebeest poem. I must think of more fun ideas then I can keep the shenanigans going.





#MoP15 Day 17: Christmas Tree

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The Christmas Tree

Pulled violently from my slumber
My branches moan and creak
stretching out
some bent
some limp
My stomach recoils as I am thrown on a roof
I’m horizontal and moving
Slow down
Suddenly I am upright again
Going to a place I’ve never been
It’s warm here
I might like it.
Kids start pulling on my limbs.
While they are not looking
I bend and shake my branches.
That feels better
Dangly things are slipped noisily onto my branches.
Children are laughing
delighting in me
I hear music
all is well
until they strip me bare and toss me on the lawn.

Catherine Johnson, 2015.

It’s Saturday so it’s the Saturday challenge on the Mop blog (and I didn’t miss it this time ;)) Today’s theme is personification. So you talk about an object or idea like they are a real human. I had forgotten that you can do that in third person but for the Christmas tree (which just popped into my head) I think it suits first person.

I’m off to my son’s hockey match soon and then hopefully we’re going to watch Paddington. I’ll try not to think how many eBooks I could buy with just one bag of popcorn. Actually none because popcorn isn’t a currency. Oh dear I’ve hit silly hour early.

Have a great day everyone!


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#MoP15 Day 7: Pizza Lighthouse




(w.i.p. illustration)



Out on the seas for days

only beans to eat,

scooped from the sea

and cold tomato soup

that drips

from the moon.

The tall lighthouse

comes into view.

Hopes are raised

among the crew

for a bite or two

of pepperoni pizza.

‘Thank you!’

Catherine Johnson, 2015.

Quite by accident I split the lines like this and it looks pretty much like a lighthouse. Does anyone think the breaks are in the wrong places? As the poem progresses the lines will probably move anyway.

What would your ideal lighthouse be made of?



A Royal Zombie Whodunnit

Month of Poetry Day 8


Some say it’s the Princess of Moans
Some say it’s the Duke of Entrails
Some say it’s the baby who groans
But me thinks that it’s the Prince of Wails.

Catherine Johnson, 2014.


Papa Zombie of Abercrombie



Papa Zombie of Abercrombie

The good folk of Abercrombie
Look out for papa zombie
Who tips his hat and waves to one and all.
They do not think twice
When they clear paths of ice
so dear old papa zombie doesn’t fall.
But never do they stray
Too close to where he sways
For fear of being eaten up for lunch.
There’s only room in Abercrombie
for one sweet old papa zombie.
‘Oh dear! I just heard papa crunch and munch.

Catherine Johnson, 2014.

Fancy writing a quick zombie poem in the comments?



Month of poetry begins today with Kat Apel and I’m cheating already. My 8yr did this with me. Charles Ghigna’s advice to write poems is to keep it simple. This is REALLY simple lol.


Out on his balcony
Lee the bear gives him a cake.
Then on to the love garden,
He reads the next addition to the garden.
Then he picks a dog and
Plays his Redstone games.
Who is he?

By Catherine and Matthew

Making the cake on Minecraft:


V is for Video

Today for V is for Video of Rena Traxel’s AtoZ Poetry Challenge we are asked to read our poems aloud to see how they sound and/or write about Vampires. Renee La Tulippe, talented children’s write who blogs at No Water River as well as writing for children and editing. Rena makes videos on her blog of fellow poets’ poems is on Rena’s blog today telling us all about reading your poems aloud. This is an area in which I need a bit of practise to get that fun slick jumpy feeling (there is a technical word for it that escapes me as usual :)) in a poem. And make sure you check out Julie Rowan-Zoch’s awesome illustration of a Vampire Bunny. I haven’t decided what animal mine is yet, I’ll leave that to your imagination.

And by the way tomorrow on Twitter pick your favorite poem from the whole month of poetry on all those sites like Greg Pincus’s and No Water River and put a link to it with the hashtag #pocketpoem. Google Poem in your Pocket for more info.

Vampire Vichy

Vampire Vichy sucks up odours when the moon is full.
Nice ones, bad ones, strong ones, weak ones, odours plentiful.
Vichy is crazy about Jasmine,
but equally zany about loos.
There is no fragrance on this earth that hasn’t been sucked out of yous.


P is for Prose

Copyright Rena Boudreau

It is day 18 on Rena Traxel’s AtoZ Poetry Challenge and today is P for Prose. You can if you want use Raggedy Ann as inspiration, so that I will try too. I’ve got the time it takes for Hannah to nap to try and write one so here goes:

Raggedy Ann

You tired of sitting on the shelf and slung yourself silently off one day when everyone was out and far away. You patted yourself down and pushed red woollen strands out of your fair face and got to your feet fast. The room looked very different from that angle, overwhelmingly so. You took in your surroundings and wondered about stirring your friends Jo Jo and Po from their sleep, but you decided not to surprise them so. The door was ajar and you remembered so many friends coming and going and hearing the laughter from beyond those four walls. What was out there? you wondered, rubbing your arms. It was a tad on the chilly side, but I had left a cardigan lying around and you picked it up, pulling your arms into the sleeves, enjoying the warmth and the new texture. It was time to explore, so you tried to walk. You told me later that it felt like being a puppet. I must try being a puppet too one day. So then you opened the door to darkness, but you took your mind back to the laughing and knew that if this place had heard laughter, it could not have heard scaredy cats too. You felt your way to a bannister and your foot slipped on the first step. Your wild red locks fanned out across your face as you rolled down a few steps. Your breathing became harder. By then you were beginning to feel a little bit scared, but you had to be strong. With each new step, shards of light showed themselves from downstairs. Down to where you didn’t know nor care, as long as there were people there. You waited and waited but no welcoming voices wound their way up the stairs. It was only as your foot landed in the hallway that you heard harsh voices heralding me inside from the hideout. You had never heard a voice like that upstairs and it frightened you more than the dark. You tripped and scrambled and felt for the railing but lifted your skirt and light footed your way back to the landing and on to the door still ajar and not that far from the cold shelf and you scrambled back up and sat next to the Elf, pretending to be far, far away and exhausted from play. No wonder I called you Raggedy Ann.

(Now are you sure this isn’t just a short story with very poor line breaks?)


Swamped in poetry

I feel bad for not passing on awards and answering 11 questions.
In my head that would take hours I haven’t got, but would it really? I doubt it.
Naughty me! Slap my wrist.

There that sounded a bit like a poem. Whether or not you are involved with month of poetry or not, you cannot fail to take something with you after reading the wonderful poems out there this month.

Do take a moment to go to Laura Purdie Salas’s blog where she delights us every day with haiku. If you don’t have time to comment just read and move on, letting the words soak into your day.

My favorite poem this week on Greg Pincus’s blog is about a dog and is written by Michael J. Rosen.

Have you been down to No Water River to see what poetry delights Renee has in store?

Here is a poem I wrote for Rena’s AtoZ challenge yesterday for the haiku day:

Spiderman tripped up
Wolverine by firing his
Net during recess.

I rarely try haiku, it will take me a while to get into it, learn how to do it properly. It’s a good job there isn’t a day that starts with H lol, otherwise I’d be off on a Haiku Hursday or something 😉

I read a beautiful little book by Robert Frost today called Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening and a fun one called What a day it was at school by Jack Prelutsky.

By the end of month of poetry I hope to finish Writing the Life Poetic by Sage Cohen, which has fabulous writing exercises to do.
What are you all reading apart from blogs?