Heather Moulson

Tricubes

Hello Poetry Lovers

Today, I’d like to look at Tricubes, inspired by the work of the wonderful and prolific poet Sharron Green

Tricubes, you may guess by the name, are 3 lines with 3 syllables each line. Here is my attempt.

Read on;

I have pink

concealer

on my skin

And freckles

entirely

by my chin

My hair stays

lacklustre

with my brush

I do it

completely

in a rush

Aren’t they terrific fun? Limiting and yet not. I’ll tackle Quatcubes shortly – needless to say, 4 lines with 4 syllables each.

Watch this space ……

Triolet Hour

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to one of my favourite art forms, the triolet poem.

Now, the first is by an up-and-coming poet who has not kept to the rules, in fact she has downright cheated and laughed in their faces. She claims the last line simply works better like that, and who are we to tell her what to do, we’re not the boss of her etc etc…

Now the second triolet is beautifully done by an even more up-and-coming poet Trisha Broomfield, who had the good grace to stick to the rules

Read on;

Auntie Florrie

Auntie Florrie, you would eff and blind

And you only watched ITV

Under heavy make-up, you were lined

Auntie Florrie, you would eff and blind

People had to take you as they find

Never watching that snotty BBC

Auntie Florrie, you would eff and blind

You were so beautiful to me

Now for Trisha’s classier one;

Chair Triolet

I sit in my writing chair and swivel

I thought that it would help me write, this chair

but I’m turning out a load of drivel

I sit in my writing chair and swivel

my mood is really quite uncivil

I think up plots and flick my hair

I sit in my writing chair and swivel

I thought that it would help me write, this chair.

03/11/2021Trisha Broomfield

Wasn’t that just great?! Triolets are really such fun and I dare you to send one in. Trisha’s penned some more corkers and has kindly given me permission to show them in part II

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. More poetry capers soon….

One Minute …

Hello Poetry Lovers

We’re on my favourite theme of the one minute poem, and lovely poet Trisha Broomfield has penned a very seasonal and relevant one indeed.

Thank you so much for this, Trisha.

This lovely poetry form can be quite addictive, and fun. Let me remind you again of the rules; 60 syllables, 3 stanzas and the first line has to have 8 syllables. Then it’s AABB

Halloween and the clocks go back,

Evenings are black
Snuggle each night
Turn on the light

Let’s eat baked spuds and pumpkin pie,
Prepare the Guy
It’s fireworks soon
Up to the moon

Best sausages and hot baked spuds,
Snowdrops are buds
Daffodils too
Hiding in dew

Before too long the sound of spring
First, Carol sing
Release the old
Safe from the cold.

Wasn’t that beautiful?! Thank you so much, Trisha. Wonderful words, and I want to see more.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry japes real soon…

Halloween

Hello Poetry Lovers

I know this is a bit late in the day, but I thought I’d do a one minute poem for Halloween and share with you what I really think of it all.

Let me remind of you of the rules for a one minute piece; 60 syllables, three stanzas with the first line taking 8 syllables, it goes AABB.

Read on;

Halloween

Halloween is such a crashing bore

So shut that door

This trick or treat

Is such dead meat

I would chuck it all in the fire

It is so dire

Ghouls don’t exist

Don’t take the piss

Gather up that stupid black cloak

Do not provoke

Too many sweets

Are not a treat

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Phew! Feel better after that.

Thanks for listening, PL’s.

We’ll be back real soon….

Eye Rhymes

Hello Poetry Lovers

I’ve come across another interesting poetry form this week – Eye Rhymes.

Clever poet Tony Josolyne, a popular regular at Poetry Performance, has come up with some corkers!

Forgive me, Tony but I don’t possess a photo of you, so I’ve drawn a picture. An artist’s impression, I hope that’s okay – it’ll probably go for a fortune at Sotheby’s in the near future. Or turn up at the Tate, you never know!

Anyway, thank you so much, Tony for letting me share these to the world;

Eye Rhymes

Conjuring at the age of eight

His youthful hands were sleight.

Modern women who can sew

Are now becoming very few.

I fear this to be an omen

For the skills of future women.

Your savings will soon grow

From the sums that we endow.

Aren’t these wonderful? So simple and yet not. You’ve probably surmised for yourself but they have to be words spelt the same but would not rhyme such as slaughter and laughter.

Great fun but not as easy as you think. I’ve had a feeble attempt, read on;

Eye Rhymes

I walked the lonely road to Slough

I couldn’t get there fast enough!

I watched as she put on the crown

Wishing I could have one of my own.

I told my child until he was grown

That in the river you could drown.

I’m really not messing about when I say feeble, PL’s, but I enjoyed having a go. Would you like to have a go, if so, do send them in. Great poetry form. Thanks once again, Tony

Thank you for tuning in, PL’s We’ll be back real soon……..

Celine’s Salon Launch

Hello PL’s

I had the best time last night at Celine’s Salon Anthology Launch So proud to be a part of this wonderful collection

Held at El Camion/The Pink Chihuahua in Brewer Street in the heart of Soho, we went down to this groovy basement. I really felt a big part of old Soho, with its alcoves and cubby holes. The sensation of being in a secret underground full of exciting things.

The biggest joy was seeing my wonderful pals read and perform

Amongst others, talented and prolific poet, Barney Ashton Bullock read from his magical book ‘Bucolicism’ and the Lucy’s (Lyrical and Gaster) were in great form as they played together once again. So lovely to re-embrace these people after the cold hand of lockdown.

My readings and voice still need work but this lovely happening has set me on the right road…

Thanks for tuning in, Poetry Lovers. Keep your hand on that dial for more poetry antics real soon….

Dobby’s One Minute Poem

Hello Poetry Lovers

Today our feline poet is presenting her one minute poem.

I’ll remind you of the rules ; 60 syllables, 3 stanzas, the first line is 8 syllables the next three lines are 4. Rhyming is AABB

Well, read on…….

I must have a sardine to eat

There at my feet

I want it now

I don’t care how

I demand to have some more fish

There on a dish

One nice and fat

for this black cat!

Now it’s time for my bowl of milk

It tastes like silk

which I will lick

until I’m sick

Wasn’t that fun?! Now, I’d better keep an eye on the cupboard as there’s tuna in there! Any one minute poems are most welcome, do try one

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back real soon…..

The Cherita

Hello Poetry Lovers

Now, here’s an interesting form of poetry. I discovered this on an Instagram thread by the inventive Soul Craft Poetry.

The Cherita, a Malay word for telling a story, or tale, consists of six stanzas; one single line, two lines then three.

There are two examples below, the first is extraordinarily unsubtle, penned by a ruthless poet, followed by a tender and gentle one by the lovely Trisha Broomfield.

Read on;

Soul Crafting

Don’t you tell me that!

I can read you like a book, and see your soul crafting through you.

Do you think I was born yesterday? Come and finish ironing your shirts! Your ties and shoes are in a sorry state too!

And now…..

Cherita

I stretch my hand towards the fire

it is my only source of light

my soul crafts out for you tonight

I hear the creaking of the gate

an owl calls out, the hour is late

an answer swiftly from its mate.

08/10/2021Trisha Broomfield

Wasn’t that last one lovely?! Thank you so much, Trisha for rising to that challenge and sharing such a beautiful piece.

The Cherita is a fun form, do try it at home. I’d welcome any submissions.

Thank you for tuning in, PL’s. Back with more poetry japes real soon….

A Fag Villanelle

Hello Poetry Lovers

I thought we’d start the week with a bit of fun. Now I don’t know what possessed me, but I wrote a villanelle about cigarettes. Almost a taboo subject now but so irresistible.

I usually find villanelles very hard but this one took me 10 minutes to write while I was having my morning coffee, so it just goes to show you.

Anyway, it’s just a bit of a laugh so do read on;

Fags Villanelle

Please give me back my fags

You’re a scrubber and a thief

Rifling through our handbags

You really should be wearing tags

Or turning over a new leaf

And please give me back my fags

From the sweet shop you nick mags

From Tesco, joints of beef

You’re just like the other slags

So please go and nick more swag

To be honest, it will be a relief

When you give me back my fags

Remember it was Rothmans fags

Don’t hide behind that sheath

And get some more carrier bags

You didn’t do it? Good grief!

It was your boyfriend Keith

But you were still behind the blags

So please give me back my fags

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Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. Any villanelles, or other forms of poetry, do send in. Have a good week

The Paradelle Challenge

Hello Poetry Lovers

To my delight, the lovely poet Trisha Broomfield has accepted my paradelle challenge and has come up with a corker.

To be honest, I think it’s better than its source of inspiration. A lovely poignant and clever piece, thank you so much Trisha. Truly talented. Do read on;